“Do you want to join with their power or disassemble it?”
“I want change.”
“You can orchestrate it with the Veronians.”
“Exactly.”
I lift a hand and stroke it over her back. “We need to talk about the other woman at the ceremony.”
She tenses. “Wynter?”
“Da.”
“What about her?”
“Women are invited to pledge only so that they can become one of the future brothers’ arm candy.”
She gasps. “That’s why our invitations are different!”
“Yes. You killed your intended.”
Victoria shudders. “They wanted me withhim?!”
“Well, according to Harrington, yes. But Dyers was sniffing around you too,” I point out. “So I’m not entirely sure.”
“Lucky me,” she gripes. “Wynter told me today that she kneed Dyers in the balls.”
“Good for her.”
“He tried it on at her apartment. What an animal.”
I still. “You have experience with him?”
“No, but I’ve gone to a lot of Pi Beta Epsilon and Rho Epsilon Beta parties. He’s always there. It’s one of the reasons I stopped going.”
“What happened? Your guards never mentioned an issue with him.” If they had, he’d be dead.
“There was this cover-up. One of the girls there, she’s a twin—Lex Taylor-Wright?—”
“Daughter of Gideon?”
“That’s right. You know him?”
“Ofhim.”
“Lex was in the sorority but her twin wasn’t. They pulled some twin swap at a fundraiser and Derek Dyers and Ben Sanders attacked her.”
“And you were there?!”
“Yes, but I wasn’t their target.” She pats my stomach like that can soothe the heartburn she just triggered.
“Their intention was to hurt Lex?”
“Yes.”
My brow furrows. “Gideon is a Veronian.”
“What?! That can’t be right. Why would Dyers attack the daughter of a fellow Veronian?”
