“So there’s something in the box.”
Vaughn realized too late he’d reacted.
Trigger grinned darkly. “Well that’s unfortunate for you.”
Flick stepped closer beside me now.
Braver than she realized.
“What was my father afraid of?” she whispered.
For the firsttime all night?—
Vaughn hesitated.
And that scared me more than the smirking.
Because hesitation meant truth.
“He started asking questions,” Vaughn muttered finally.
Cold rolled straight through my chest.
“What questions?”
Vaughn looked toward Flick.
“He wanted to know why people were watching his house.”
Silence slammed through the tavern.
Flick physically recoiled.
“No…”
Ava’s expression hardened instantly.
“How long?”
Vaughn laughed bitterly.
“Longer than you think.”
Trigger swore viciously under his breath.
Wolf’s jaw flexed hard.
Tate looked ready to start digging graves behind the tavern.
But me?
I couldn’t stop staring at Flick.
Because suddenly all the pieces were shifting again.
Her father hiding the letters.
The paranoia.
