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Garrick held the door open, setting a dark glare on her. How did he get here so fast? She had thought she would have more time. She hadn’t even figured out what she was going to tell him.
“Ash’s office.” Garrick shut the door once they were inside. “I’ll be right there,” he said to Jackson.
His hand snapped around her arm when she tried to follow Jackson, pulling her back.
“Not you,” he sniped.
Jackson glanced back at her as he walked away; a small bit of pity crossed his expression.
“Garrick.”
“No.” He shook his head.
“I was only going to say–” His hand pressing against her mouth cut off her words. His dark eyes met hers as he walked her back the few steps to the door, pushing her back against it.
“I don’t want to hear your voice yet. Bastian is in the office with my cousins, waiting for us. We’re going to go to the office, and you’re going to tell us exactly what the fuck you were doing meeting with Ares.” His hand pressed harder against her mouth as he said the name. The little tick in his jaw got more intense.
“I want to see what he gave you. Where is it?” He asked.
She reached into her coat pocket, feeling the little flash drive.
“Now is a really bad time to disobey me,” he said. “You’re already in so much trouble.”
Her ass clenched at his words. She had known the risk but had been confident she’d be back before he even knew she’d left.
Slowly, she pulled out the drive and held it up between them. His eyes narrowed on it, and he released her to grab it.
“Did he say what’s on it?”
She licked her lips and took a slow breath.
“Tell me,” he ordered as he put the drive in the inside pocket of his jacket.
“He just said it had delivery instructions on it,” she answered honestly.
“Let’s go. Bastian’s waiting.” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her down a long corridor with him.
“Wow,” Ariella whispered, taking in the beauty of the entranceway. Now that he wasn’t shooting daggers at her, she could take note of the dark coloring and the beautiful baroque paintings hanging on the walls.
Garrick squeezed her arm, probably because he wanted to go back to being silent. He tugged her again and led her down another long corridor toward the dark wooden arched door glaring at them from the end of the hallway.
Once inside the room, Garrick walked her to an angry Bastian and put her beside him. She shot him a look, but he didn’t seem fazed.
“This is her?” The man behind the desk asked.
“My name is Ariella,” she answered him, looking him right in the eyes. If she hadn’t already decided not to be scared of these men, she’d probably have trouble keeping her feet from carrying her right out of the room. The man behind the desk, who stood at least two heads taller than herself, had a ragged scar down his cheek. His shoulder-length hair was left loose around his shoulders. When he tightened his jaw, the scar turned white. Everything about his presence and the darkness of his office set off alarm bells that she should not be there.
“Ariella is Henry Trident’s daughter,” Bastian said stiffly. “Thank you for getting her here,” he said to Jackson.
“You met with Ares Morgan?” Another man, with short dark hair stepped closer, away from his positing in the corner of the room. “You spoke to him?”
“It was a very short conversation.” She nodded. “He just needed to give me something for my aunt. That’s all. He didn’t hurt me, and he didn’t threaten anyone.” She wanted to roll her eyes. She’d had more uncomfortable meetings with her father’s associates in her home than with Ares. It had been a quick talk, and then he was gone.
“Who is your aunt?” The dark-haired man asked.
“Ursa Poseidon.” Garrick took a step forward, putting himself slightly in front of Ariella.
Peter’s jaw tightened. “And you came to Kassel to help her with Ares Morgan?”
