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So, he had known my whereabouts.
“Why did you bring Bear into it?” Conor demanded.
When she didn’t answer, D moved aside and I grabbed her already broken nose, then twisted it.
“Don’t ask me how the old bastard did it, but the only reason he was on our radar was because he’d managed to infiltrate a meeting of our council. He thought they were Sparrows.” She sniffed. “I was told to keep an eye on him, to help him, even. The Sparrows have been dying a long death, Star. Your input was minimal.” She swallowed. “Anton really sold me out?”
“He did.”
“I-I don’t believe you.”
Not willing to waste time on this, I opened the conversation with Anton, turned my phone so she could see the screen, and let her read the message thread.
Her eyes widened. “You faked that!”
“Why the hell would I?”
“You’re just not as important as you like to think you are,” D rumbled.
Chuckling in agreement, I informed her, “Cin’s right. You’re expendable.”
“He made me the deputy director of the CIA!”
“And? Clearly, he’s got someone else ready to jump into the position. You’re nothing to him, Temper. You mean dick to him.”
“SHUT UP!” she screamed, surging upward, fists raised.
I saw her coming from a mile away. So did Conor. He was there first. He grabbed a hold of her hair again, slammed her face into the floor, and didn’t stop until she was a bloodied mess.
“Conor,” I soothed. “Let her go.”
His face was red with exertion, but he stopped at my request. Breathing heavily, he retreated.
Conor, I knew, was slow to commit violence unless someone had hurt a person he loved.
If I left him alone with her, I knew Temper would die at his hands today.
Torture wasn’t everyone’s idea of a love language, but it was mine.
Temper rolled to the side and spat out blood-stained saliva. “You won’t kill me. You can’t. I’m one of you.”
D choked out a bitter laugh. “You’re trash. That’s what you are.”
Before they could start arguing, I rumbled, “Bear wrote me a letter.” She stiffened. “Said he had reason to believe that you fucked with a bunch of Chinooks so there was no support for the battle of Kembesh.”
I didn’t even need her to answer—I saw it in her expression.
She had.
I stormed over to her and kicked her in the head. “You were the double agent. I fucking knew someone was over there, screwing shit up, but I didn’t know it was you.”
“You’d be amazed how much you failed to notice,” she jeered even as she tried to shield herself from my attack.
Twisting her arm behind her back, I hauled her next to Reinier’s corpse and shoved her face into his guts which were split open from cuts and sores that had festered and torn apart.
“Why would you betray our brothers-in-arms like that? Is it because of Dost Mohamet Khan? Is that why?” She shrieked and heaved and retched until I dragged her away from the mess of empty pupae from the coffin flies in Reinier’s putrefying flesh so that I could hurl at her, “Answer me!”
“I don’t know who that is.”
