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We searched. We hunted. We threatened, but still we had nothing.
But those words stilled me cold. She’s not going to like it?
I scowled as I stepped into the doorway, watching as the powerful male jerked those dark eyes to me, then mumbled. “Okay, leave it with me. I need to go.”
“What’s she not going to like?” I asked as he lowered his phone.
He averted his gaze. That was never a good sign. “London?”
He gave a hard sigh, then turned to me. “You know I told you we make alliances when we need to?”
My stomach dropped. All I thought about was those men who’d held me down on that desk in Killion’s study. If he meant relying on any of those...
“Helene King is coming in to help us coordinate.” The words were rapidly out of his mouth.
I flinched. My frantic thoughts of Killion and his buddies froze. “Helene King…you mean?”
London rose from his seat. “Your biological sister.”
Ryth filled my head. She was my sister, the only one I knew. “She’s coming here?”
Tires crunched outside in the driveway, the faint sound drawing my gaze as London answered. “Not coming, pet. She’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Carven muttered behind me.
I turned, glancing over my shoulder. “My sister.”
He froze, scowled, then stepped into the doorway. “What the fuck, London?”
London just rose from his seat and stepped past us to stand just inside the doorway before he stopped. “This changes nothing.”
Changes nothing? I glanced at Carven, watching as a savage flicker of rage passed through his stare. Helene King was the one person who’d given London what he’d wanted all this time. She’d given him her father…no, our father, remember? So if she was here, if we were suddenly making ‘alliances’ with her, did that mean…London has already met my father, Weylen King?
I flinched as the locks to the back door snapped open and London’s low voice echoed along the hall. My pulse thudded. Suddenly, I was self-conscious, brushing down the freshly washed strands of my hair. Black jeans and a black t-shirt weren’t what I’d imagined wearing when I met my sister. But I wasn’t here for a family reunion, no matter how awkward that would be. I was ready to search abandoned houses and empty buildings for the man I loved.
Footsteps echoed along the hall. I lifted my gaze the moment London entered, and she followed behind him. The woman who looked exactly like me. Heat flooded my cheeks. I was aware of everything, the way she strode into the room, scanning the study…until those brown eyes settled on me.
“Vivienne,” she murmured carefully, taking a step toward me and reaching out her hand.
Until Carven moved, stepping in front of me. “I don’t think so.”
A flash of anger tore across London’s face, then disappeared. Carven turned to her, but still stood in front of me as he met Helene’s stare. “I don’t trust you. I sure as hell don’t fucking like you. You make a move toward Vivienne, and I’m going to take that as a threat. You feel me?”
She lowered her hand; her gaze flicking to me before she turned back to Carven. “I understand. You’re still sore about what happened in the boatyard.”
“Sore?” he snarled, then took a step closer. “You almost cost me her fucking life. Do you get that?”
She flinched, her face growing pale. “Yes, that’s why I’m here.” I’d give her one thing, she was ballsy meeting that savage glare from the Son without flinching. “We’re on the same side here.”
“Where have I heard that before?”
She didn’t rise to the bait, just gave a soft nod. “I need to earn your trust. I get that. I’m here, ready to join forces to search for your brother. Every second we stand here arguing about alliances is a second too long. You know that. I know that. I don’t have to remind you what kind of hell he’s enduring right now.”
Carven moved closer, until he was nose to nose, his tone chilling. “No, you don’t.”
“Good,” she answered, turning to London. “I have new intel coming in any day now. So how about we get to work?”
EIGHTEEN
