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No, it wasn’t cool. Logan was in the mood to take someone apart, and right now, Mace was practically begging to be that someone.
“I really am sorry,” Mace said, sincerely this time. “I always liked her. She didn’t take shit from anyone.”
“Come on, you two,” Sabre said between swigs of Scotch. “There’s more important shit to worry about.”
Blade swiped the bottle away from Sabre. “Everyone has assignments. All the Horsemen are working on hunting down Lilith and Draven.” He jammed his other hand between Mace and Logan, and Logan reluctantly released Mace. Blade had always been the peacekeeper, designated driver, and idiot wrangler of the group. Hell, he was probably the only reason Mace wasn’t dead after pissing off the wrong person by now. “Kynan is back at DART HQ with Arik, Tayla, and Decker. They’re playing some kind of chess with The Aegis. He told us to get changed and get back there.” He used the bottle to point at Sabre. “Then we found this moron doing his best to drink himself into oblivion.”
If it were Mace, Blade, or Rade doing that, Logan wouldn’t question it. But Sabre wasn’t one to drown his sorrows in anything but a good fight. The Soulshredder DNA inside him made sure of that.
“What’s going on?” Logan put himself outside Mace’s punching range. “Didn’t you leave the party with Aleka?”
“Yup.” Sabre swiped the bottle back from Blade. “And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Lotta that going around,” Logan muttered.
“Why so glum?” Mace asked him. “Someone kick your dog?”
Blade looked over at Mace. “You think someone’s going to kick a hellhound and survive it?”
Logan shook his head. “It’s just something Eva said about my parents. It’s psycho bullshit, but I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Told you.” Rade came into the kitchen, silent as a snake, and they all nearly jumped out of their skins. “Told you she was full of shit.”
For a moment, Logan considered letting all of it go. But he was already hopped up on anger, and he’d always been one to stick his hand in hornets’ nests, so what the fuck?
“I want to see that video you have. The one Eva made about my parents.”
Rade’s shrewd eyes narrowed at him, but he tapped his comms and threw the holovid up into the space between them.
The clip, twenty-three minutes of outrageous lies, spewed by the female he’d slept with, the one he’d actually wanted to get to know, left him and his friends—even pissed-off Sabre—stunned and silent.
Mace broke the silence with a nervous laugh. “Dude, that’s so whacked. Have you heard any of that stuff before? From your cousins or anything?”
It took a second for Logan to respond, his mind too busy trying to wrap itself around the fucked-up shit he’d just seen. “No. Never.”
Rade stuck his head in the fridge. “Just ask your parents about it.”
Blade barked out a laugh. “Yeah, sure. What’s he supposed to say? ‘Hey, Mom, did you roofie dad to get prego? Dad, did you put Mom in the dungeon and threaten to kill her after I was born?’” He rolled his eyes. “Great dinner conversation.”
“I’m not talking to anyone about this,” Logan snapped. “It’s not true. I’m not going to insult my parents by investigating it. I have other shit to do. Like getting Stryke to meet with me.”
Everyone went quiet and still. The mere mention of Stryke always weighed down conversation.
“Good luck with that.” Sabre chugged more whiskey.
Yeah, it wasn’t going to be a good time. “I used to think it was difficult dealing with Stryke back when he was just a cocky asshole who always knew he was the smartest person in any room. But after Chaos…” He trailed off, not wanting to go there.
Logan had always liked Blade, and while Rade could be a jerk, he didn’t mean to be. But their brother Stryke was always an arrogant ass, and he’d gotten even worse after Chaos died. Gone was the insufferable playboy genius. In his place was a cunning, stone-cold male with the dark aura of a predator.
Rade finally snagged a bottle of water from the fridge. “Stryke’s a dick. What kind of asshole runs away when things get tough?”
“He didn’t run away.” Blade squared his stance in front of Rade. “Wepushedhim away.”
“Youpushed him away.” Rade jabbed his finger at his brother. “You blamed him for what happened.”
Logan had seen this movie before, and it deservedallthe rotten tomatoes. All these years later, and no one had sorted their feelings on how much blame for Chaos’s death to place on Stryke’s shoulders. Time to shift away from the blame game.
“Hey,” he said, casually moving between the brothers, “have either of you heard from him lately? Might be easier to get in touch with him through you than it would be going through his administration.”
