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Christian was the most shocked of the four of us, of course, since he couldn’t know the reason I’d needed to silence Adam so immediately, and so permanently. “What the hell, Jillian?” he was shouting over my ringing ears. “I can’t believe you shot him when he was giving us information. Was that really necessary?”
I just shrugged, acting nonchalant. “He was just wasting our time.”
Christian threw his hands up in the air. “And here I thought Caleb was our resident sociopath.”
I looked at Caleb. “Yeah, Caleb. Where were you on that one?” I asked him, an edge to my voice. What was his angle? Usually he was the fastest draw. I was good with guns, but they weren’t even my best weapon. I needed a blade to show my real talent. And guns, well, they were Caleb’s passion. Caleb looked at a solid piece like most men would look at a lover. Was he messing with us?
But he was studying me thoughtfully. He seemed to be as surprised as the rest of us that I’d beat him to the punch.
“That was impressive speed, considering that you were drawing from your ankle. You may actually be faster than me,” Caleb’s tone was speculative, making my trigger finger start itching. Knowing Caleb, he was considering drawing on me just to find out…
“He was full of lies from our uncle, Christian,” I said, turning away from Caleb, effectively ending the tense standoff. “Villi was using him to try to hurt Lynn, and I told you only the nice parts of what that monster did to my sister. We could have never let him go. He would have led them to us.”
“Ok, ok, just someone needs to explain to me a little more of what’s going on here. I hate being kept in the dark.” As Christian spoke, his phone started ringing, along with Caleb’s. I found this to be an odd coincidence.
The connection made sense a moment later, when I realized that it was a call from the druids. Tonight was the night. Time for a Necro roast.
“Maybe it wasn’t such a bad night for Lynn to get sloshed,” I muttered under my breath.
“I will take care of cleanup, and watch over Lynn’s children,” the strange dragon spoke into the charged silence. We had been absorbed in thoughts of prep and battle.
“Who the f**k are you?” I asked him, finally.
He gave me a little mysterious smile. “I’m Drake. And you are Lynn’s sister, Jillian. You have a very strange choice of lovers. Where I’m from, your affair with the druid King would be considered quite taboo.”
I just blinked at him. I really, really didn’t like Drake. The feeling was instant and almost blinding. He knew way too much about me, about us, and I didn’t care to hear anyone’s observations about my love life, not even someone whom I didn’t hate on sight. I didn’t trust him, but if he was staying and we were leaving, I decided to deal with the problem later. One thing was for certain; We wouldn’t be coming back here until I knew more about the bastard.
I smiled at him rather unpleasantly. It was no coincidence that he had rolled into town at the same time as my family. It simply couldn’t be.
I addressed Lynn, knowing even as I did so that she was in no condition to help me just then. “What were you thinking, bringing him here?”
Her eyes seemed clear enough as she stared me down. “You need to trust me on this, sister. He’s on our side. I don’t have time to explain it now, but I will tomorrow. Can you wait until then to question my judgement?”
I sighed. She’d gotten way too defensive way too fast. I knew my sister. When she got defensive, she got stubborn, and a stubborn Lynn was nothing I wanted to deal with. “Fine. Tomorrow will work, I suppose, if it all doesn’t blow up in our faces before that.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
That's Siobhan
The meeting place we’d been assigned was a large warehouse in a seedy part of town. Cars nearly filled the parking lot. Anyone driving by the place probably thought a rave was going on.
The first person I noticed when we walked into the room full of druids did not set the evening off to a good start.
Siobhan was tall and voluptuous and every bit as beautiful as I remembered. And the moment her bright green eyes met mine across the room, I knew that she hated me every bit as much as she had seven years ago. The feeling was very much mutual. She started whipping her deep red hair back repeatedly as she stared at me. I made a note to tell her that horses did the same thing when they got agitated. That might sound a little catty, but Siobhan brought me to catty in seconds flat. She and I did not have a friendly past. Ok, that’s putting it very lightly. She’d hated me from the moment she’d heard of me. I hadn’t really cared one way or the other. Until she’d poisoned me. The poison didn’t kill me, of course. It did make me throw-up my dinner. Oh yeah, and it pissed me off royally. I’d returned the favor by throwing her headfirst out of a twelve story window. It’s safe to say that didn’t help us to patch things up.
Siobhan was childhood friends with Dom and his cousins. They had also dated some years before he and I became an item. According to her, I was all that stood between them reconciling and living happily ever after. According to everyone else, they’d always just been friends and occasional bedmates. I was the only woman Dom had ever dated exclusively. I’d also heard from other sources that Dom had flat-out told her he was planning to marry me. So, all of her jilted lover angst always fell to me. Go figure.
Christian, who had entered the room right behind me, whistled softly. “This should be an interesting evening.” His whistling suddenly turned into the tune for the theme from ‘Rocky’.
I shot him a glare over my shoulder. “For you, maybe.”
“Hell yeah, for me. I’d say I have your back, but if I touch that prissy druid princess, they’ll gut me outright.”
I nodded. “Yes. You definitely need to stay out of it. It’s fine. I’m going to ignore her anyways. It’s all ancient history. If she has half a brain, she’ll pretend she didn’t see me.”
“She always had more tits than brains,” Christian muttered. Sure enough, she was striding across the room to us as he spoke. Several druids paced after her, talking rapidly. Trying to talk her out of doing anything stupid, I was sure. The room was full, mostly of men. Not surprising. Most of them wore black, with various armored vests. Christian and I were decked out the same. Not Siobhan. She wore a slinky red dress that barely covered her crotch. Oh, and it clashed with her hair.
