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“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.