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“Answer my fucking question,” Zeus hissed.

Reggie stared at him. The whole room waited with bated breath for her answer. Only, Reggie wasn’t the type of woman to be forced into doing shit she didn’t want to do. She reminded me a lot of Rhea. Strong. Stubborn. Willing to burn the whole world down before she’d bend.

“Did you sleep with my brother, Reggie?” Aspen asked. Banshee had come up behind her and slid his arm around her waist, ready to yank her out of harm’s way if he needed to. The way Zeus and Reggie stared at each other told me the man was fucking smart.

I wanted to clear the fucking clubhouse before the war brewing between these two brought the whole building down. Before blood was spilled and relationships were shattered.

“Maybe we should take this into church,” I offered, trying to get Zeus’ attention.

“Maybe she should answer the fucking question.”

“Fuck you, Kane.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lettie

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. I stood at the edge of the room talking with Cash and Kytten when Zeus’ voice exploded across the space. Shouting. Rage dripping from every syllable. I hadn’t seen her come in, or I would have said hello. Now all eyes were on her and Zeus as he towered over her like a goddamn predator closing in on prey.

I knew Reggie well. Not only was she my doctor, but we got together often to discuss homeopathic remedies. Cerberus loved her little boy, Gus. Sweet kid. Gentle soul.

“Did you have my fucking kid?” Zeus shouted.

The words hit the room like a bomb. Silence detonated in the aftermath. Every conversation died. Every breath held.

Reggie didn’t answer him. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. Defiant. Unafraid. I’d never asked Reggie about Gus’ father. It wasn’t my business. If she’d wanted me to know, she would have told me. But watching Zeus now, watching the fury radiating off him in waves, I could see it. The resemblance. The truth written in the tension crackling between them.

“What are you talking about?” Aspen asked. Her eyes darted between her friend and her brother. Confusion. Shock. Betrayal starting to bloom across her face.

“Nice to see you too, Kane.”

“Answer my fucking question,” Zeus hissed.

The air in the room turned cold. The warmth that had been swirling around from the celebration of Kronos’ life vanished. Replaced by something darker. Something violent. The kind of tension that preceded bloodshed.

“Did you sleep with my brother, Reggie?” Aspen asked.

“Maybe we should take this into church,” another man offered. He was the one who’d stared at me during the service. The one who saw deep into my soul. Dark eyes that stripped away every layer of protection I’d built around myself.

“Maybe she should answer the fucking question.”

“Fuck you, Kane.”

Reggie dropped her arms and spun around to leave, but Zeus clamped his hand on her arm, holding her captive. His fingers dug into her flesh. Possessive. Brutal. The kind of grip that would leave bruises.

No one saw the woman slinking around the room. No one stopped her to ask what she was doing or who her target was.

Until it was too fucking late.

Indie jumped on Zeus’ back. Her legs locked around his chest. One hand covered his forehead, yanking his head back. The other held a blade to his neck. The edge pressed against his throat. One wrong move and his blood would paint the floor. My heart slammed against my ribs. Adrenaline flooded my system. Fight or flight screaming through every nerve.

I took a step forward, but Cash stopped me. His hand clamped on my arm. Firm. Unyielding.

“Stay back, Lettie. Indie’s got this.”

Indie whispered in Zeus’ ear, and a darkness came over him like nothing I’d ever seen. Something primal. Something that made my skin crawl. He dropped Reggie’s arm and held his hands up. Surrender. Or the illusion of it. His body was coiled tight. Ready to strike the second the blade moved.

“What’s happening?” I whispered. My voice was barely audible over the pounding of my heart.