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I assumed she was still in love with Cauldron, even if she didn’t say it out loud, so it must be hard to have a new client, a man you didn’t even know.
“Cauldron saw us together at a party. Now he won’t leave me alone.”
“What does he want?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” she said. “He says he wants me back, but I don’t think he even knows what he wants.”
I saw the sadness in her eyes—and the rage.
“He doesn’t want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to want me either.”
“Maybe seeing you with someone else is a wake-up call for him.”
“No,” she said. “It’s just a reminder that he only wants what he can’t have…”
19
GRAVE
“Mr. Toussaint, your brother is here to see you.”
I looked up from my desk at my butler. Elise left late that morning, and it was barely past noon before another visitor came knocking. At this rate, I would never get anything done. “Send him in.”
Cauldron walked in the door a moment later, his eyes bloodshot like he hadn’t slept in a couple days. He dropped onto one of the couches without saying a word to me.
He looked like shit, but it would be wrong to kick him when he was already down. “What happened?”
He leaned back in the cushions and put his feet on my coffee table.
I let his lack of manners slide.
I came around the desk and sat across from him. “Scotch?”
He raised his hand and shook it. “If I have any more, I’ll drop dead.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
His neck rested on the back of the cushion, and he looked at the ceiling for a while. “I fucked up, man.”
“You don’t say.”
“I went to her apartment…and it’s like she hates me.”
“I don’t mean to make you feel bad, Cauldron, but you hurt her pretty bad. And more than once.”
He straightened in the chair, forearms moving to his knees. “She’s back in the business. Bartholomew is her client.”
That was disappointing news. She’d dreamed of getting out of the business to do something else with her life, but she wound up back in the same place. And Bartholomew wasn’t a regular client. He lived a dangerous life.
“She said she likes him.”
“I’m sorry.” They were hollow words, but it was better than saying nothing at all.
“I tried to get her back, but she said no.”
“Why would you do that?”
His eyes moved to mine.
