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He begins to pace, repeatedly scrubbing a hand through his hair, his face abnormally pale and chalky. “…wasn’t supposed to be a part of this. She fucking promised,” Fischer growls under his breath.
“Fischer, who are you talking about?” I ask, terror fizzing in my blood like poison.
He ignores me.
“…need to fix this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Barbed wire coils through my chest.
Is Fischer talking about The Divine One?
“Fischer!” I snap, and this time, my voice pierces whatever trance he’s in. He turns toward me with wild, fearful eyes. Only when I’m certain I have his complete attention do I continue. “Who are you talking about?”
I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.
Fischer lunges forward and once again grabs my shoulders. This time, Dom doesn’t wait for me to stop him. He all but throws my brother to the ground, a dark scowl distorting his face.
“Lay your hands on her again,” Dom growls. “I fucking dare you.”
Robert begins to rush toward us, obviously picking up on the tension in the air, while Fischer simultaneously scrambles backward. His eyes never leave my own.
“I’ll take care of this, Ellie. I promise. I fucking promise.”
I have no idea what he means, but I don’t get the chance to demand answers. Robert all but hauls Fischer back to his feet, and then the two men race toward the parked SUV.
“Everything will be okay, Ellie!” Fischer promises me from the passenger seat. The car begins to speed away, but he maintains eye contact with me as long as he can. “I won’t let them have you. I promise.”
And then they’re gone.
My heart slams against my rib cage with such vigor, I should be worried. This can’t be healthy.
“He knows who The Divine One is,” I whisper to Dom, feeling numb.
He presses himself against me, and it’s only when I’m greeted with his motionless body that I realize I’m trembling.
“It appears so,” Dom answers, resting his cheek on my head.
It’s freezing cold, but neither of us seems inclined to hurry indoors. I greedily inhale the fresh air, dragging in lungful after lungful.
My skin crawls with anxiety and fear, but underneath it all is determination.
We need answers.
Fischer has those answers.
And what do we do when someone has something we want?
“You and the guys need to have a talk with him,” I whisper, barely believing my own words. “Figure out what he knows.”
Dom and I both know we don’t mean a normal chat.
“Ellie, no.” Dom shakes his head adamantly. “He’s your brother.”
“He’s a murderer and a rapist and who the fuck knows what else!”
“You don’t know that.” Dom spins me toward him and lowers himself so he’s better able to meet my eyes. “I know you, Ellie. You’d regret hurting him.”
“Not if he’s guilty.” My voice is a pathetic breath of air.
