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“Final payment will clear within forty-eight hours.”
He nodded. “Appreciate that.”
“Congrats on the sprog, Eagle Eyes,” D chirped.
He glowered at me but I just shrugged. “You asked me not to tell your mother-in-law. Not Dead To Me.”
“I figured that was obvious,” he groused before he booted the limp form on the ground.
Temper didn’t even groan when she rolled down the slight incline toward the idle helicopter.
“She’s unconscious?”
“Yup. Drugged. Should be waking up in two or so hours. Do I wanna know what she’s done, Star?”
“Betrayed me. Too many times to be forgiven,” I said flatly.
Betrayed our country.
Betrayed our people.
Betrayed everything we fought for.
God damn her zealous ass.
D cursed under her breath. “I’m ashamed to call her fucking family.”
Seeming to sense that was all the info he’d gain, he shrugged. “Godspeed the lot of you.” With a salute, he backed off then started sprinting toward the street.
As he left, Conor approached Temperance and hauled her deadweight onto his shoulder.
The sleek move had D whistling under her breath. “Didn’t know he had it in him.”
Her mood shifted more than the weather in Vermont. Mine wasn’t so swift. I didn’t even have it in me to joke that I was a lucky lady. All I could think about was Anton. What he’d done. His sins.
Fuck, his crimes against humanity.
She clapped me on the back, jerking me from my thoughts. “You got a plan?”
“When don’t I?”
D chuckled. “True. Okay, then it’s showtime!”
I grabbed her arm. “You sure you’re going to be okay with…”
“Torturing her?” She smirked at me, but I knew her well enough to read her expression, to see the hurt and the betrayal buried beneath. “She called Creed. Chad told me. Said I was okay with her reaching out.”
Knowing her ‘unusual’ feelings for both men, I mused, “Never did like her. That was before I learned she was a traitor.”
“Me neither.” Her smile was weak. “So, this’ll be fun.”
As Conor dumped Temper on the floor of the helicopter, we followed him and climbed aboard.
Five minutes later, we were in the air, and after a quick gas stop at a private airfield, and ninety minutes solid of flying, we were in the Catskills.
My mood didn’t improve any, but listening to Conor and D chat over the radio had a way of putting me in a less horrified mindset.
Part of me was processing having a genocidal warmonger as a blood relative, Kat too, the other part of me had accepted a long time ago that I was a monster in sheep’s clothing, but I’d found someone in my family tree who made me look like a fucking saint.
