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Weak.
Head up.
Shoulders back.
Lips twisted.
Eyes laughing.
He gripped the door in one hand and the frame in the other before finally looking over his shoulder.
“Tell me something.”
I lifted a brow and waited.
“Why did you turn Beck down?”
I lost my hold on my strength at the unexpected turn in the question. “What, he didn’t tell you?” When Kieran didn’t respond, I huffed and folded my arms under my chest. “He knows. That’s all that matters.”
“Jessica.”
I refused to acknowledge the way my knees shook when my name crawled from his throat. Refused to acknowledge the way my stomach swirled with heat. “Yes, Nightshade?”
“Why did you turn Beck down?”
“What was this, gossip hour between the boys? I hate him. Isn’t that enough of a reason?”
“Not when you’ve been following him and watching us despite turning him down.”
I lifted my chin and stared down the assassin in front of me. “He wanted me to belong to him. I belong to no man. I have my reasons for continuing to watch.”
K
ieran studied me for a few seconds. Then with a hard nod, he slipped from my room.
I didn’t hear his steps down the hall.
I didn’t hear him leave.
And he took my damn knife.
Rage pounded through my veins as I stalked out of the meeting room and through the Holloway mansion.
My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, though my fingers ached to reach out and grab one of the blades hidden on me.
Bailey. Finn. Mickey . . .
I could only imagine my expression promised murder, considering number three on my list had just reminded me that he remained untouchable. For now. And that the rest of us still risked his wrath.
For once, that wrath wasn’t me.
It was the first Sunday meeting Mickey had been to since all the shit had gone down with the Borellos. And he’d taken the opportunity to remind nearly every man who worked for him why they loved him. Why they blindly followed him. All the while he’d subtly hinted at a traitor within Holloway. He’d loosely suggested that people who craved power couldn’t be trusted.
His eyes had locked on one person.
Me.
I stormed into my room, but when I gripped my door to shut it, I realized how different my room felt.
