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We don’t move an inch, straining to overhear, when a door slams against the dungeon wall. We move to opposite sides of the cell instinctively. They can’t learn what happened between us last night. If they weren’t questioning my loyalty already, screwing a prisoner would definitely be enough to put me in a coffin.
Stephanie’s heels echo off the stone floor as she nears. She opens the hatch on the door, and a waft of her familiar sweet perfume hits me. A smell that used to be a sign of comfort sends a shiver of fear down my spine because her eyes narrow when she sees both of us still breathing.
“You’re both still alive. How disappointing.” I can’t believe this is the same woman that I poured my heart out to over the years. “Alaric won’t be happy.”
Am I nothing more than a worker to her? Did those years meannothing? We shared secrets, partied, and killed together. While no one could replace Daisy, she was an ally.
“Stephanie!” I jump up. There’s no sign of Alaric yet. “How long are you going to keep me here?” I try to channel my usual sassy self. “Locking me up with a prisoner might be your best prank yet, but a girl has to pee in peace.”
“This isn’t personal, Ivy. You know what you have to do to free yourself,” Stephanie replies, glancing away. I detect a hint of regret in her voice, but that vanishes when she continues. “Alaric already made that clear.” Her gaze strays to the water bottles. “If you don’t kill each other, you’ll die of dehydration first.”
I glower at her, wanting to yank off her perfectly applied fake eyelashes and wrap her blonde locks around her neck. “If you won’t let me out, why are you here?”
“I need something from you,” she says. “I need you to make a phone call.”
I cross my arms and laugh. “I’ll only make the call from the other side of this door.”
“I have water,” she bargains. “Six litres of it. If you make the call, you can have that, and I’ll bring food too. It’ll keep you going until you kill him.”
I avoid looking at Bram for fear of what Stephanie will see on my face when I do. We’re trained to read people, so I try to keep my expression blank.
“Killing him is illogical,” I say. “We’d lose our bargaining chip with the Dukes.”
“Alaric makes the rules, and we follow them,” she replies like a brainwashed cult member. “Now, do you want the supplies or not?”
I don’t have a choice. I need to buy more time to figure this shit out. She has the upper hand and knows it. If I refuse, she’ll only come back tomorrow with less food, and we’ll be thirsty enough to agree to anything.
“Prove it,” I challenge. She reaches down to grab a bottle of water and holds it for me to see through the hatch. “I want half the supplies before I make the call.”
She pouts. “I thought we trusted each other.”
“So did I,” I snap. The only thing I’d trust Stephanie to do right now is kill me, but I’m not backing down. “That’s my condition. Take or leave it.”
“Fine.” Her blue eyes sparkle, enjoying the challenge. Stephanie relishes watching others suffer, although I thought she only reserved that for the clients. It’s good we never had matching best friend bracelets. “Half first, half after.”
“Deal.”
She passes the supplies through the opening. They could have laced them with poison. That’d be a better way to die than having my skull bashed in by a silent giant.
“That’s my part of the bargain.” She holds out a phone for me to take. “Now it’s your turn.” She points a gun at my head through the gap with her other hand. Bitch. “You know what’ll happen if you try anything.”
“What do you need me to do?” I demand.
“You’re going to call Sebastian Montgomery and ask him to meet you.”
CHAPTER39
SEB
“Ivy…” Callen whispers her name like a dirty secret on his lips. “That suits her.” He grins. “She looks like an Ivy. Hot, dirty, and deadly.”
“Shut up, Callen,” I snap. My defensiveness rises to the surface to shut him down. Even though I can’t condone all her lies and question how much of our relationship was real, I won’t let him talk about any woman like a piece of meat. “Is that all you have to say?”
Between the three of us, we pieced together the truth about Rose… or what we think it is, anyway. She’s a Killers Club assassin who was planning to kill us as part of a mission, using us to get to Spencer, or both. What I can’t work out is why we’re still alive.
Callen rubs his beard thoughtfully, considering my question. It’s more scraggly than when we last saw each other at the cottage. “Do you think she gets all her targets’ dicks wet?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks in anger. “You’re twisted.”
