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"Bexley."
I stare between the two men, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Where is he?" I spit, taking a step toward them.
"We don't know,” he says, as cool as a cucumber, as if Mia’s parents weren’t blown to pieces by that sick fuck. “We're still working on it."
"Not fucking good enough."
"Son, look.” Marcus raises his hands in a calm down motion. “We know you're angry. Hell, we are too. We—"
"Bullshit. You don't care. You don't care about anything other than your stupid fucking Quinctus and your reputation. If you did, then you'd have fixed this, dealt with Cade years ago."
"It's not that simple."
"No, it seems not,” I sneer. “What’s going on here? What’sreallygoing on? I think it's about time you stop leaving out important things from the Electi, don't you? Like the fact that you allowed the Eligere to be fixed and turned a blind eye when you fucking knew the girl chosen was going to end up hurt." I close the space between us, rounding his desk and standing right in front of him. "You knew this was going to happen, and you allowed it. You, him—" I point at Marcus. "You set Garth up, promised him you'd protect his daughter, and then forgot all about it and let Cade do his worst. All of this is your fault. It—"
"You're wrong, Easton."
An unamused smile pulls at my lips as I shake my head."I'm not, and you know it. What else is at play here, Phillip? I know there’s more."
"There isn't—"
"I met with James," I blurt out, cutting off whatever bullshit argument was about to fall from his lips. "What about Cade's uncle? Lincoln Kingsley. Is that where he's hiding? He seems keen to protect Cade. What about your other associates who were going to benefit out of this little deal somehow?"
Phillip visibly pales before me.
"Bexley, that's enough," Marcus says.
"No, it's nowhere near e-fucking-nough. The girl I love is laying in a hospital bed, grieving herdeadparents… she very nearly lost her own life because of this bullshit. You should have dealt with Cade. I don't give a fuck about bloodline or tradition or Quinctus and whatever else fucked-up elite organization is involved in this. You have hurt the people in the town that you're meant to protect. You’re a fucking joke," I spit at Phillip, ignoring the fact that Marcus is even in the room.
Lifting his hand, Phillip straightens his tie."You don't need to worry about anything, Easton. We have it all under control. We all have our roles to play, and yours is to maintain the status quo. Mia was in a terrible accident." He pins me with a stern look. “I am aware that you care for her, but it would do you well to remember that, for all intents and purposes, she is still Cade’s prosapia.”
Like hell she is. Red hot fury skitters up my spine as I take a step forward, drawing my arm back ready to make my point a different way when the door bursts open behind me and two huge security guards drag me away from Phillip.
"You need to learn your place, Easton. You're Electi. Not Quinctus. You do as we say and only as we say."
The fingers wrapped around my arms tighten as I fight to get back to him."This is bullshit,” I spit. “Innocent people died because of you. Because of this corrupt fucking cult you call an organization."
"We will find Kingsley, and he will be dealt with."
"And Mia, what the hell are you going to do to fix that situation? He r-raped her, nearly fucking killed her, and given half a chance, he'll do it again."
"He won't," Phillip says with sheer arrogance, as if he believes the bullshit spewing from his lips.
"Yes. Yes, he will."
Our eyes hold, a silent battle of wills ensuing.
I don't care that he's the elder, that he's more powerful than me. He is the one in the wrong here. He is the one to blame for all of this.
"Get him out of here," he instructs his security detail, and not a second later, I'm being manhandled from the room.
"Get the fuck off me. I can walk myself," I snap, ripping my arms from their grasp. "This isn't over, Phillip. Find him and end him, or I will. He's not getting the chance to get anywhere near Mia ever again."
Phillip nods once before the door is slammed closed.
"You need to lea—"
"I'm fucking going," I bark, storming away from the men who are now guarding the door as if I'm about to go back in there and try again.
