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“They’re obviously not in there. We should go,” Thomas urged at my back.
But I couldn’t leave, Not until I knew who they were. I shook my head, waved him off, and took another step, rounded the bottom of the stairs and moved closer.
I thought I recognized a face or two. An out of state senator and I was sure that was Congressman Peters hiding behind the outstretched palm leaves as he sat at the far end of the room. Yeah, the closer I came, the more I was sure that was him.
Laughter cracked out from the middle of the room. Deep, guttural laughter, that made my lip curl instinctively. I narrowed in on that sound and found Julius Harmon the center of attention. So that’s whose house we stood in? Now I just wanted to trash the goddamn place.
Movement caught my eye as a woman cut through the tables, making a direct line for him. The redhead was in some kind of hurry, but stopped at his side and bent over to murmur in his ear. An old asshole from the table beside them reached out and placed his hand squarely on her ass.
I watched for her response. There was nothing, almost as though she expected that kind of attention in a place like this. That’s because they’re not just here for the party…
The thought stopped me cold.
Of course they weren’t.
“Sonofa—” I whispered and stopped.
A woman sitting at Harmon’s table rose, dropping her napkin to the table.
I froze.
My pulse was hammering as she lifted her head, her gaze moving to Harmon.
Familiar blue eyes were fixed on him.
I knew those eyes.
I saw those eyes in my dreams.
And my nightmares.
No.
I shook my head and stepped backwards.
No. That can’t be.
I slammed into something, hard. Glasses clashed and clattered behind me, falling in a spectacular crash to the floor!
“Shit!” the waiter cried, trying to grab the glasses.
I turned back and watched the woman with dark hair and blue eyes look our way. My pulse boomed. It was her…it was Melody.
Harmon rose, staring at us, and the redhead’s eyes widened before she scanned the room, waving men dressed discreetly in tuxedos forward from the outside of the room.
“We have to go.” I spun around and started walking, meeting Thomas just outside the ballroom.
“What is it?” he asked.
I just grabbed his arm and scanned the rest of the lower floor, searching for a way out of here. There were guards at the exits. So there was only one way to go. I lifted my gaze along the stairs…up.
“The stairs.” I shoved my brother, driving him forward. “Now, Thom!”
He lunged, taking the stairs two at a time. I was close behind, momentum and sheer desperation driving me forward. Only my mind was still frozen on the woman in the ballroom. The one who’d looked eerily like our sister.
But she couldn’t be.
Because there was no way in hell our sister was sitting with a monster like Julius Harmon, not willingly, at least.
