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She shook her head. “Not Riven, no. Not yet, at least. But I will...” Her hard stare swung back to me. Christ, it was hard to look at her and not see Vivienne. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my sisters are safe and bring The Order to the ground.”
That renewed sense of determination hit me.
She met my stare, her true feelings raw and bleeding in front of me.
Helene King loved.
She loved so much.
Like me, she just didn’t show it.
I lowered my gaze to the scar on her arm, remembering the mass of ruined flesh on her stomach. A remnant of just how deep that love was. It was a pity Vivienne didn’t see it. Maybe she didn’t want to. Maybe this was her way of protecting her heart. God knows, we’d bled enough in this chaos.
Helene turned around and headed for the door.
“Wait,” I called, stopping her.
She glanced over her shoulder.
“I need to ask a favor…for your sister.”
Her brow rose. “Vivienne?”
I shook my head. “Ryth.”
There was a flicker of sadness before she answered. “Anything.”
“She wants to arrange a meeting with Vivienne. Somewhere safe, somewhere we can protect them.”
Pain cut across her face. “Consider it done.”
“You’ll be there?”
A soft chuff followed. “I think Vivienne has made it perfectly clear she wants nothing to do with me.”
“I don’t care.” I took a step closer. It didn’t matter what she said, they were family, for fuck’s sake. “I want you there.”
A sad smile moved in. “You’re going to keep pushing us together, aren’t you? Even if she hates me.”
“Even if she hates you,” I answered. “The woman doesn’t know what’s good for her. But I’ll teach her. I’ll teach her just how deeply she can love…even if it’s the last thing I do.”
Helene just smiled. Fuck if that wasn’t her saddest expression of all. “I’ll be in touch,” she answered. “And London?”
I waited.
“Thank you.”
One slow nod and she was gone, yanking open the side door and slipping into the shadows where she seemed to belong.
Thank you.
Those words didn’t seem to belong here, not amongst the stench of blood and rage. But there they were, ringing in my ears as I murmured, “Keep on him, Percy. I want to know the moment Riven and his brothers make a move.”
“Of course,” he answered. “You’ll be the first to know.”
I gave him a nod and left, making my way back to the Audi. My hand stilled on the handle. I wouldn’t put a bomb past the bastard as an act of retaliation. My senses sharpened before I yanked the handle and climbed in.
A bomb wouldn’t be Riven’s style.
