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Silver shoved the door to the clubhouse open, silence following. He didn’t look at anyone and strode straight to the office.
Four-leaf knelt in the center of the floor, head hanging. His arms were behind his back and Delta perched on Silver’s desk, toying with his butterfly knife and chewing gum. I smothered the laugh that rose in my chest. Wraith, as the enforcer and the sadist, did his work well. But Delta? He inspired an entirely different kind of fear. A fear of someone who was absolutely unhinged and didn’t give a fuck what happened to you.
Silver held a hand out, shadows curling in his palm before wrapping around Four-leaf’s head like a hood. He went stiff, his own power fighting the onslaught to no avail. Our powers bowed to those of the King. Always.
His entire head was wreathed in shadow, cutting off vision, hearing, and speech. “I need Grave,” Silver said.
“Got it.”
I jogged over to the warehouse. Hidden behind the church and the barracks, it was our main base of operations. Receiving, packaging, shipping, preparing the drugs. The building had so many wards on it, no humans could see it with the naked eye, and anyone who wasn’t supposed to be there was lucky to survive.
Grave sat at one of the tables with a tablet, scrolling through some delivery plans. “Grave.”
He looked up with a question in his eyes. “Silver needs you in the office.”
Nodding, he stood and fell into step with me. “A patrol came back. Skyla was in the clubhouse with Delta, Silver, and I. Four-leaf attacked her out of nowhere.”
“What the fuck?” His head snapped to mine. “Is she—”
“She’s okay,” I assured him. “Rocketman’s going to check on her.”
“Why?” He asked. And he wasn’t asking about why Skyla was seeing our healer.
“Current theory is getting hit with a spell, or driving over one. Delta’s got him in the office. But Silver wanted you.”
“Not Wraith.” Not a question, but an observation.
We entered the office, and they were exactly as I’d left them. “Who was on the patrol?” Silver asked. “Who led it, and where did they go?”
Now I knew why he wanted Grave first. Unbiased answers about where they were and what they were meant to be doing.
“Growler led. Patrolling the northeast edge of No Man’s Land and passing down the eastern border of the city. Just a maintenance patrol to establish presence.”
Silver nodded. “Bring me Growler.”
Our King and President was rigid. Ourâmmelunehad been hurt and in danger. He was close to snapping, and the rest of us right along with him. Probably a good thing Wraith wasn’t here—I didn’t know if Four-Leaf would have survived long enough to be questioned.
I leaned out the door into the clubhouse. “Growler.”
He stood from a booth in the corner like he’d been waiting and nodded to me as he entered the office. If Four-leaf’s position and shadow bonds shocked him in any way, he didn’t show it.
“Pres.”
“Was there anything out of the ordinary?”
Growler shrugged. “Not that I saw, but I also can’t account for everyone the whole patrol. I had us split up a couple times to cover the ground more thoroughly. Four-leaf was where he was supposed to be when he was with me. Wasn’t acting weird or anything.”
“Did you see any Legion presence?”
“They’re placing traps.” Growler nodded. “Not sure why, if they’re planning to burn the whole thing down, but I’m guessing they wanted exactly what happened. For one us of to ride over one of the traps and cause damage.”
Silver looked at him for the first time. “Do you think that’s what it was? Do you have any reason to suspect his loyalty?”
“Not that I know of, Pres.”
“Thank you,” Silver said. “You can go.”
Growler slipped out of the room, leaving the rest of us in silence.
