“Because we need the information to save innocent victims or because Briana wanted to go, and you can’t handle being left out of anything that touches her?”
I throw the towel at him, and he catches it, grinning.“Mature.”
Before I can answer, Aldron’s voice comes from the stairs.“Knox.”
I close my eyes.
Cruz whispers, “You’re in trouble.”
“I heard that,” Aldron says.
Cruz points at me.“He started it.”
Aldron reaches the bottom of the stairs in a black coat that probably costs more than my truck.His pale gaze moves over us, unimpressed.
“Krishka has agreed to let you accompany them,” he says.
Cruz makes a strangled sound.“She has?”
“She said, and I quote, ‘If the bull follows us anyway, I would rather know where his horns are.’”
I like Krishka more than I did five minutes ago.
Aldron looks at me.“You won’t threaten Moira.”
“No promises.”
His eyes sharpen.“Knox.”
I force my jaw to relax.“Fine.”
“You won’t break anything in her shop.”
“If she gives us answers.”
“You won’t break anything even if she doesn’t.”
I say nothing.Aldron stares until I give in with an exhale.“Fine.”
“You won’t mention Briana by name unless necessary.”
My beast growls.
“Why?”I ask.
“Because Moira trades in names.Fear attached to a name has weight.Briana already carries enough.”
I fucking hate banshees.I have not even met this one yet, and I already hate her.
“Fine,” I say again.
Aldron studies me.“You aren’t going because I trust your control.”
“I know.”
“You are going because if I keep you here, you will tear yourself apart imagining every worst possibility.”
That’s also unfortunately true.
