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She turned up within minutes of Lawrence showing his face. If that hadn’t been a big fucking neon sign that she wasn’t to be trusted, I don’t know what was.
I should have killed her when I had my hand wrapped around her throat. If I’d done it, Everleigh would be here with us. One threat to her would be dead, and the other, bigger one—Lawrence Wentworth—would follow soon after.
But not until I’ve made him suffer for the ways he’s hurt Everleigh. I thought creeping into his house and putting him out of his misery with a pillow and a gun at his temples felt too easy.
He likes the idea of being the perfect alpha. Of everyone loving him. Wanting him. Of having everything. I wanted to take away all the things he loved and then kill him.
I should’ve just taken the easy fucking route. A pillow to muffle his yell. A gun pressed against his temple. Why hadn’t I gone with easy?
Because Lawrence Wentworth had needed to suffer before I put him out of his misery. That’s why.
Should’ve gone with easy, Ky, and prevented all this from happening.
“She’ll be with Lawrence,” Rune says, staring at that scrap of fabric.
He’s not the only one struggling to look away from it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Cian shaking his head. “Doubt it. If he knew Everleigh was here, he’ll know it’s the first place we’ll go looking for her.”
Because wewillbe going after her. Before this day is over, we’ll have Everleigh back here, with us, where she’s supposed to be.
Not because she’s beautiful.
Not even because she’s our scent match, though that plays a large part in our need for her.
Because she’s ours. There was one woman in that ballroom who kept on catching our attention. Even though she smelled like Lawrence, we all wanted her like we’d never wanted another woman before.
She’s ours, and wewillget her back.
“Maybe his father’s?” I suggest.
Rune is speaking when a door creaks open and a woman calls out, “Ever, where are you? It’s Della.”
Numbness invades my body as I turn from the scrap of blue uniform on the desk and walk out of the office, ignoring Rune’s yell as I shove the door open.
Della Jackson is wandering down the entryway, wearing that fucking blue uniform—a sign of her betrayal—and she’s frowning at me. “Where’s Ever?”
As I stalk toward her, I spot the moment she realizes she’s in trouble. By the time she’s whirling around, it’s too late. I have her pinned to the wall with my hand wrapped around her throat.
“Two minutes,” I breathe, staring her dead in the eyes. “I will give you two minutes to tell us where she is and you’ll die quickly as opposed to slowly.” I lean close. “And I used to do this for a living, so when I say slow, I’m talking fuckinghours.”
Her eyes widen, and I can practically taste her fear. “And if you eventhinkof lying to me…”
I squeeze.
Her eyes bulge as she chokes.
Cian steps up to my right, grips my wrist, and shakes his head. “Let her go.”
I stop squeezing to whip my head toward him, a snarl dripping from my lips. “SheledLawrence right to Everleigh.Sheis responsible, and she’s going to pay for it.”
Cian raises a brow. “Then she would have a scrap missing from her uniform. I don’t see it. And Iwouldsee it.”
Cian’s eyes are sharp, a fact he’s proven countless times over the years.
It’s why I listen. There aren’t many people in this world I trust, but Cian is one of them, so I relax my grip on the choking woman and say, “She could have changed before she came here.”
“Ky, let her go.” Rune steps up to my left side, his brow furrowed with a heavy frown. “Something isn’t right here. Can’t see what it is yet, but I feel like I’m being played.”
