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THIRTY-EIGHT
London
Beep.
I looked down.
Helene: He’s almost at the warehouse. You need to get here, London, ASAP.
I let out a curse as I lengthened my stride, tucked in my shirt, and tightened my belt. I barely stopped at the study long enough to snatch the keys from my desk before I headed for the weapons room. There was no time for jackets, or pretense now. The Principal knew the kind of monster he was dealing with.
I stopped at the weapons room, slipped my shoulder holster on, and holstered my guns before pushing out the back door and heading for the Audi. Seconds later, the headlights were on and I was backing down the drive. I glanced at my phone, grabbed it, and braced my hand against the wheel as I brought up the cameras around the warehouse and peered into each one.
The place was quiet…so far.
I pushed the Audi harder toward one of Harper’s excavation equipment warehouses at the edge of the city and pulled up along the side street before killing the engine.
I’m here. I typed out a message then closed the door and locked it behind me.
A flash of headlights and doors opened to the familiar dark sedan. Helene was a blur of shadows heading toward me. I met her at the gates, punched in the code, and unlocked the door. She followed silently, slipping in behind me, and headed along the path.
My jaw clenched. I didn’t know if it was because of her presence or what I was about to do. I stopped at the small side door and rapped my knuckles against the steel door, fighting the sound of music playing from inside. The choking stench of dust and grease billowed out as the door cracked open and the hard beat of AC/DC bellowed out.
I met Percy’s stony stare and gave a nod. “It’s time.”
“Finally,” he muttered, glancing at Helene behind me.
There was the hint of a smile. His eyes brightened and his teeth shone. But that didn’t last.
“Can we get this romantic moment over with?” she muttered softly as she pushed past.
I watched her for a second, hovering in the shadows, out of The Priest’s view. We have a Plan B. Her words surfaced. I wondered what Plan B actually looked like. Her gaze never moved from The Priest, strapped to a chair in the middle of the warehouse under blazing overhead lights.
“When Riven gets here, I want it to just be us,” I commanded.
“Took him long enough to find us,” Percy muttered.
“Yeah, well,” I responded, my voice turning cold as I stepped forward. “He’s been busy getting rid of dead Daughters.”
Rage burned inside me as my gaze settled on the betraying bastard. He looked worse today than he had two days ago—I clenched my fists, still feeling the aches of the beating—he should. I’d worked him over hard enough. I licked my lips, still tasting Vivienne as her sister flanked the bright light like a damn vampire.
She never went near him.
Not even close enough for him to hear her voice.
Got you by the Balls pumped through the speakers. The music was her idea. Anything to muffle the sound of her voice. I scowled, narrowing in on the way she watched The Priest. It was almost like she knew him. A chill raced along my spine at the thought.
I took a step forward just as my phone buzzed.
The sound echoed in Percy’s hand.
He looked down. “We’re on,” he murmured, then lifted his head and raised his hand, giving a signal to another of Harper’s men across the space.
I pulled my gun as the music ended abruptly and made my way toward the pathetic piece of shit. “Looks like it’s time for a family reunion.”
He lifted his head, his one good eye fixed on me. “Good,” he croaked. “I can’t wait to watch my brother put a bullet in your head.”
I gave a chuff and lifted the gun. “That, Father, will never happen.”
