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Helen’s POV
I turned my back on the book and looked between Julianne and Russo. “All right, everyone think hard. We have to find a way to figure out what sort of being fathered the Huntsman.”
Julianne pressed her lips together and thought. “We could go back in the historical records and see if anything unusual happened in 1893.”
“Perhaps that might give us a clue or maybe we can dig through the historical records and trace his mother,” Russo suggested.
“There's got to be clues somewhere,” I said. “Let's do both of what you suggested. I think one of the computers is hooked up to the human internet. Russo, are you any good with that sort of human technology? Can you look up the information on his history?”
Russo nodded. “I got good blending in wherever I could find a home. Part of that included residing amongst humans for a while. I can handle their internet and their databases.” He wiggled his fingers at me. “Besides, a little fae magic and I can unlock just about anything they want to keep hidden.”
I turned back to the book. “What was the name of the Huntsman's mother?” I asked it.
“Jacob Cypress was born to one Mary Cypress.”
I thought on this a moment before asking, “Was Mary Cypress married?”
“Yes,” the blue Huntsman answered.
“Was Cypress Mary Cypress's maiden name or her married name?”
“Mary Cypress wed John Thorpe in August 1894 then becoming Mary Thorpe.”
“It must have been rough on the Huntsman's mother in that day and age to have a child out of wedlock,” Julianne said. “I wonder if that's going to make it harder for us to find reliable information on her. Do you suppose her family kept it hushed up? Things like that are bad enough now.”
Russo shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn't matter the breed of being, scandals break one of two ways. Either they’re hushed up, in which case it will be very hard to find the information. Or they're splashed all over the news as gossip. In which case finding out what we need to know ought to be fairly easy. Let's all cross our fingers and hope that it's the second of those options.”
He gave me a nod. “I have enough information to start looking through the human records. If you find out anything else of interest, come and let me know.”
I gripped Julianne's hand. “Stay with me. This book is super creepy. Please stay here with me. Don't leave me alone to do this.”
She squeezed my hand and replied, “Of course, I'll stay.”
She looked at the book and shuddered. “I wouldn't want to be here alone with that either.”
I continued to ask the book question after question. The whole while, Julianne took notes in a little pad she brought with. Every so often she would poke me with the pen and give me an additional question to ask.
By the time we were done, I had a decent read on the Huntsman. He was an extremely proud individual who was fiercely loyal to his mother. He hated his stepfather. Reading between the lines, I think he probably suffered the same sort of abuse from his stepfather that both Justin and I had suffered at the hands of our ill-fated parents.
According to the Huntsman's journal or diary or whatever this creepy book was, John Thorpe met an untimely death around the time that Jacob Cypress would have been fourteen. After that, he saw to the care of his mother until her passing in the 1920s.
After that, the book became a meticulous record of Jacob Cypress's campaign to purge the world of all supernatural beings. But never once in there did it explain why he held such a vendetta against creatures that he didn't have a connection to. The origins of Jacob's non-human half were still shrouded in mystery.
When Julianne and I both ran out of questions, we shut the book and locked it, putting the key back and placing the book on the shelf. My stomach growled and I looked at the clock.
“Holy cow! It's almost 5:00,” I said. I turned to Julianne. “Thank you for your help today. Why don't you head back? I'm sure your mate is wondering where you're at? He’d probably like to have dinner with you. Russo can see me home.”
She nodded and handed me the pen and the paper. “I'll leave this with you in case you want to go through my notes or take them to your mate or whatever. What time should I be back at your house tomorrow morning?”
I nibbled at my lip, thinking. “Why don't you come by about 10:00? That'll give you time to have breakfast or whatever you want to do with your mate before you come over. And just in case I decided to drink myself to sleep again, why don't you find out the recipe for Russo's hangover cure and bring a glass of that along, too.”
After Julianne left, I found Russo sitting at one of the computers, completely absorbed in whatever was on the screen. I pulled a chair over and sat down next to him.
“Did you find anything?” I asked.
He startled, glancing over at me. “Oh, Helen. I didn't hear you come in.”
“I hope that's a good thing. I hope it means that you were deep and research and finding answers.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know how much I found. How much more did you ladies discover?”
“Nothing that I think is going to help us track him down,” I admitted. “Most of it we could have guessed. You were right. He's definitely got an agenda for ridding the world of supernatural beings. But I still can't find a reason, a motivation that would send him on that kind of vendetta. And I can't find who might have fathered him and given him the power to take everyone out.”
“I fully agree with you. There's no way he's some garden variety human. Something is giving him the strength to best lycans and not just one at a time but in waves. How else could he have wiped out Justin's entire species aside from him?”
Another thought occurred to me. “How exactly did Justin's father become his father? Alpha King Juden is not a lycan. I always just assumed that his mother was a lycan and married his father. But now I'm not so sure.”
Russo wore a serious expression, indicated deep thought. “I don't know I've never asked him, and I don't know that much about his history. I'm fairly new to meeting both of you guys, so I only know what you've talked about since we met. It wasn't like I dug into either one of your deep histories before deciding to settle with your pack.”
“That just goes to show how little I know about my mate,” I said. “I'm going to have to ask him at dinner to give me a little bit of his family history. We need to find out how one lycan managed to escape the Huntsman and end up in the clutches of a man as evil as Juden. So, if you weren't finding information on the Huntsman, what were you looking at?”
Russo's expression shifted to guilty all of a sudden and suspicion flared within me. “Russo, what were you researching?” I demanded.
I turned my back on the book and looked between Julianne and Russo. “All right, everyone think hard. We have to find a way to figure out what sort of being fathered the Huntsman.”
Julianne pressed her lips together and thought. “We could go back in the historical records and see if anything unusual happened in 1893.”
“Perhaps that might give us a clue or maybe we can dig through the historical records and trace his mother,” Russo suggested.
“There's got to be clues somewhere,” I said. “Let's do both of what you suggested. I think one of the computers is hooked up to the human internet. Russo, are you any good with that sort of human technology? Can you look up the information on his history?”
Russo nodded. “I got good blending in wherever I could find a home. Part of that included residing amongst humans for a while. I can handle their internet and their databases.” He wiggled his fingers at me. “Besides, a little fae magic and I can unlock just about anything they want to keep hidden.”
I turned back to the book. “What was the name of the Huntsman's mother?” I asked it.
“Jacob Cypress was born to one Mary Cypress.”
I thought on this a moment before asking, “Was Mary Cypress married?”
“Yes,” the blue Huntsman answered.
“Was Cypress Mary Cypress's maiden name or her married name?”
“Mary Cypress wed John Thorpe in August 1894 then becoming Mary Thorpe.”
“It must have been rough on the Huntsman's mother in that day and age to have a child out of wedlock,” Julianne said. “I wonder if that's going to make it harder for us to find reliable information on her. Do you suppose her family kept it hushed up? Things like that are bad enough now.”
Russo shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn't matter the breed of being, scandals break one of two ways. Either they’re hushed up, in which case it will be very hard to find the information. Or they're splashed all over the news as gossip. In which case finding out what we need to know ought to be fairly easy. Let's all cross our fingers and hope that it's the second of those options.”
He gave me a nod. “I have enough information to start looking through the human records. If you find out anything else of interest, come and let me know.”
I gripped Julianne's hand. “Stay with me. This book is super creepy. Please stay here with me. Don't leave me alone to do this.”
She squeezed my hand and replied, “Of course, I'll stay.”
She looked at the book and shuddered. “I wouldn't want to be here alone with that either.”
I continued to ask the book question after question. The whole while, Julianne took notes in a little pad she brought with. Every so often she would poke me with the pen and give me an additional question to ask.
By the time we were done, I had a decent read on the Huntsman. He was an extremely proud individual who was fiercely loyal to his mother. He hated his stepfather. Reading between the lines, I think he probably suffered the same sort of abuse from his stepfather that both Justin and I had suffered at the hands of our ill-fated parents.
According to the Huntsman's journal or diary or whatever this creepy book was, John Thorpe met an untimely death around the time that Jacob Cypress would have been fourteen. After that, he saw to the care of his mother until her passing in the 1920s.
After that, the book became a meticulous record of Jacob Cypress's campaign to purge the world of all supernatural beings. But never once in there did it explain why he held such a vendetta against creatures that he didn't have a connection to. The origins of Jacob's non-human half were still shrouded in mystery.
When Julianne and I both ran out of questions, we shut the book and locked it, putting the key back and placing the book on the shelf. My stomach growled and I looked at the clock.
“Holy cow! It's almost 5:00,” I said. I turned to Julianne. “Thank you for your help today. Why don't you head back? I'm sure your mate is wondering where you're at? He’d probably like to have dinner with you. Russo can see me home.”
She nodded and handed me the pen and the paper. “I'll leave this with you in case you want to go through my notes or take them to your mate or whatever. What time should I be back at your house tomorrow morning?”
I nibbled at my lip, thinking. “Why don't you come by about 10:00? That'll give you time to have breakfast or whatever you want to do with your mate before you come over. And just in case I decided to drink myself to sleep again, why don't you find out the recipe for Russo's hangover cure and bring a glass of that along, too.”
After Julianne left, I found Russo sitting at one of the computers, completely absorbed in whatever was on the screen. I pulled a chair over and sat down next to him.
“Did you find anything?” I asked.
He startled, glancing over at me. “Oh, Helen. I didn't hear you come in.”
“I hope that's a good thing. I hope it means that you were deep and research and finding answers.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know how much I found. How much more did you ladies discover?”
“Nothing that I think is going to help us track him down,” I admitted. “Most of it we could have guessed. You were right. He's definitely got an agenda for ridding the world of supernatural beings. But I still can't find a reason, a motivation that would send him on that kind of vendetta. And I can't find who might have fathered him and given him the power to take everyone out.”
“I fully agree with you. There's no way he's some garden variety human. Something is giving him the strength to best lycans and not just one at a time but in waves. How else could he have wiped out Justin's entire species aside from him?”
Another thought occurred to me. “How exactly did Justin's father become his father? Alpha King Juden is not a lycan. I always just assumed that his mother was a lycan and married his father. But now I'm not so sure.”
Russo wore a serious expression, indicated deep thought. “I don't know I've never asked him, and I don't know that much about his history. I'm fairly new to meeting both of you guys, so I only know what you've talked about since we met. It wasn't like I dug into either one of your deep histories before deciding to settle with your pack.”
“That just goes to show how little I know about my mate,” I said. “I'm going to have to ask him at dinner to give me a little bit of his family history. We need to find out how one lycan managed to escape the Huntsman and end up in the clutches of a man as evil as Juden. So, if you weren't finding information on the Huntsman, what were you looking at?”
Russo's expression shifted to guilty all of a sudden and suspicion flared within me. “Russo, what were you researching?” I demanded.
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