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A car door slammed behind us. I jerked my gaze over my shoulder to find Guild heading toward us carrying London’s jacket in his hand.
My teeth chattered as a tremor tore through me. Guild handed London his jacket and he instantly strode forward to wrap it around my shoulders.
“Let’s get you inside, pet.”
I nodded, jerking a glare his way. “Don’t think my near death has made me forget you took Helene’s side in our argument.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, those dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “I expect you’ll take it out on me as soon as we get home.” He leaned down to whisper against my ear. “In fact, I’m very much looking forward to it.”
Heat moved in, stealing away the bitter cold. I couldn’t stay mad at him.
Not when he looked at me like that.
Goddamn him.
There was a twitch in the corner of his mouth before he murmured. “Let’s get you inside.”
Guild hung back, watching our backs as we headed inside the warehouse. London’s strong arms wrapped around me as we stepped through the door. Jack and Helene turned around, watching us as we entered.
“How about you finally show us your hand?” London growled at Helene. “You’ve been lying and evading our questions from the very beginning. If you want to have a relationship of any kind with your sisters, then don’t you think you need to start with the truth?”
The truth.
That’s all we wanted.
Our one hope to escape this nightmare once and for all.
“Well?” London snapped.
She didn’t flinch, never even looked away, just held London’s stare.
Caleb stepped forward. “We’re waiting,” he urged.
All of us were, our gazes locked on her.
“Who the hell is King?” London forced through clenched teeth.
Helene barely flinched. But she wasn't the one who answered.
“I am,” Jack Castlemaine spoke. “I’m Weylen King.”
The entire room froze…until London gave a sharp inhale of breath. “You?” He took a step forward. “You’re King?”
Jack nodded, casting a careful glance my way. “Vivienne.” He turned his head. “Ryth.”
“No!” Ryth let go of Tobias and stumbled forward. “You’re not him! You’re not the man who…the man who—”
Started this.
She couldn’t even say the words. But we all knew.
All the terror. All the blood. London had told me the Order was created by two men…and two men alone. One we were desperately hunting…and the other. The other we’d just found out was our father.
“TELL ME!” Ryth screamed.
Jack just shook his head.
The betrayal in Ryth’s voice was sickening.
