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Chapter Thirty-Two
Baxter
“You better explain what the hell is going on,” I growl at the guy in front of me as soon as the office door is closed behind us. He deposited Lizzie in the break room and told her to wait there, before snagging the ward manager’s office for himself.
There’s no mistaking the Celtic knot tattoo on the left side of his neck. The mother fucking Order get everywhere. I grind my teeth to distract me from wanting to gut this guy. Amelie has a lot to fucking answer for if Lizzie has been connected to The Order this entire time and she’s not told me. I don’t believe for a second that she isn’t aware of every single thing that goes down within her organisation. So what’s her game?
“You have the explaining to do.” His voice is low and dangerous. Like I give a fuck. Bring it on. “Why the hell have you upset my girl?”
“Because that girl is a ghost! She’s meant to be dead.” I glower at the guy covered in tattoos. He surprises me by flinching slightly. It’s minute and anyone else might have missed it, but my Order training is still ingrained in me and I’m still one of the best.
“You knew,” I hiss. “Explain right now.”
“Look, that’s my girl out there. All I care about is making sure she’s okay. She pushed her panic button, so I came running. She’s never done that before and she’s been through a lot. So whatever you and your guys out there did, you’ve fucked her up real bad…You’re lucky it was me, if the others had been close by they would have shot first and asked questions later.”
Like I give a fuck about some trigger happy, low on the rung, criminal Order recruits. I briefly wonder about showing him my tattoo, just for the shits and giggles of watching the fear flash through his eyes as he realises who I am, but decide against it. This isn’t an Order power pissing contest, it’s about Raven. And, I guess, it’s about Lizzie too.
Fuck.
Lizzie’s alive.
“Well, your ghost girl out there is the dead twin sister of my girl, so excuse us all for being a little shocked and not knowing the best etiquette for dealing with that.” I sigh and scrub a hand over my face. Jesus. What a clusterfuck. He’s right of course. Shock aside, our behaviour has been reprehensible. We owe Lizzie an apology at the very least.
What should we do now?
I’m saved from having to make a decision as Raven bursts into the small office room and slams the door shut behind her.
“You better explain what the hell is going on right now!”
Ah, there she is. The girl that stabbed me on the island all those years ago. I don’t get to see her very often, but every once in a while I catch a glimpse. Right now, she’s magnificent in her rage. Fucking resplendent. It’s not aimed at me, and even though I know she’s using it as a coping mechanism to mask her surprise, confusion and fear, it’s still a blinding thing to witness. My cock stirs to life. I don’t give a fuck if the timing is all wrong. She’s sexy as hell when she’s mad and I’m all kinds of turned on. I wonder if she’d fuck me if I were covered in this asshole’s blood.
Given the way she likes to fuck, I’d say probably.
“You need to watch the way you’re speaking to me, little lady.”
“Do I fuck!” she barks back. “You need to start explaining. What the fuck is going on?!”
I wouldn’t mess with her right now.
“That’s my girl out there and you’ve upset her. I don’t give a fuck who you think she was, all that matters is who she is now.”
“She’s my sister. My dead twin. How the hell is she alive right now?”
“She doesn’t know who you are.”
“Yes, I gathered that,” Raven snaps.
“She was suffering from severe amnesia when we found her.”
“And when, exactly, was that?”
“My guess? Around the time she took a tumble off a cliff and washed up on a beach far from home. Years ago.”
“And you found her?”
“Yeah. Welcomed her into the fold and took care of her, once we realised she had no memories. You should be grateful; we don’t usually take on charity cases.”
“That’s my sister you’re talking about, show some respect!”
