For the first time in a long while, the acrid smoke did not calm him. Nothing could calm him, not while Melanie was here. In danger. Fuck. Even worse? He didn’t know what he could do to help her. Double fuck. But at least his visit the previous evening to his uncle’s apartment had given him that hope. Parker opened his door and arched a brow at seeing him. “A little late to be visiting, don’t you think?” Pushing past his uncle, Wes entered the richly appointed suite, noting that, like Andrew, his uncle had spared no expense when it came to his accommodations. Unlike Andrew’s open loft concept, his uncle had gone with a more traditional layout, with the foyer opening onto the living area and the bedroom hidden from view. “We need to talk about Andrew’s plan to experiment on his kids.”
