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But Helene never flinched from the bite in her tone. Instead, she stepped closer. “For you.”
“Where have I heard that before?” She shot me a glare.
“You think Hale would’ve treated you like the others if he knew you were Weylen’s daughter?”
“Oh, that’s right.” Her words carried an edge of hysteria. “Tell me, where is Mr. King? I’d really like to meet him. You know, seeing as he is my blood and all. WEYLEN!” she roared, scanning the house behind us. “HEY, MR. KING! IT’S ME, YOUR FUCKING FLESH AND BLOOD!”
“Vivienne,” Helene said carefully, never once taking her eyes off her.
But Wildcat never missed a beat as she stepped past us to head deeper into the house. “DON’T YOU WANT TO MEET ME?”
“Vivienne,” Helene said once more.
My kitten spun, her hair wild. “What?”
There was a sad shake of her sister’s head. “He’s not here.”
Vivienne threw her hands into the air. “Of course he’s not. I mean, why the fuck would he be? It’s not like I’ve never laid eyes on the man.”
Helene said nothing for a second, then slowly. “How about I make us something to eat? I’ve seen you hardly peck at your food.”
In the blink of an eye, Vivienne crossed the room. Her tone was deadly as she held her sister’s gaze. “Let’s get one thing straight, shall we, sister? I’m here for Colt and only Colt. The moment we find him, I’ll expect you to fade into the background and disappear, just like you’ve always done.”
I winced at the icy tone.
“I’m sorry you feel like that,” Helene said carefully. “I hope one day you might see things differently.”
Vivienne never missed a beat as she answered coldly. “Not. Fucking. Likely.”
The sound of an engine drew my focus. I was almost relieved when Helene gave a slow nod, pulled her phone from her pocket, and touched the screen. “It seems your boyfriend is here.”
The thuds of car doors followed as Helene headed for the foyer. The moment she was gone, I stepped closer. “Vivienne.”
“What, London?” she muttered bleakly. “What more could you possibly want from me?”
I stared, dumbfounded, as the front door opened and Carven strode in, followed by Guild and Harper. All three instantly noticed the icy chill in the air. My two best friends said nothing, but Carven was never that tactful.
He glanced from me to Vivienne, then back again, only this time his face was full of anger. “What the fuck happened?”
I wished to God I knew. But I didn’t say that. I just shook my head.
“Food and fresh coffee are in the kitchen,” Helene started as the sound of cars on the driveway sounded again. “The intel room is downstairs in the basement.”
She glanced around the room. Everyone but Carven and I met her stare. There was only one woman I wanted to speak to, only one woman who held me transfixed. As Helene moved to the door to meet the rest of my team, Carven glared at me. “What the fuck went down?”
I shook my head, replaying the moment it had started. “There was an additional bodyguard, one we weren’t expecting.”
One brow rose on the son.
“He grabbed her from behind,” I continued, watching her. But there wasn’t a reaction. She stared at the floor, not once flinching, not even when I said, “But she handled it, acted like she was lowering her weapon, and shot the guy in the foot. He pushed her.”
My pulse beat harder, remembering how he’d shoved her toward that desk. It had been just a push. I lowered my gaze to her hip as the others left, following Helene toward the kitchen.
“Wildcat.” Carven took a step closer and brushed his finger along her cheek as he stared deep into her eyes. “Want to tell me what’s going on here?”
Her cheeks instantly heated as she shook her head, avoiding his stare. “Nothing. I’m just…I’m just pissed off, that’s all.”
Carven smiled. “Pissed off is good. Pissed off is something we can use. But being unhinged, that shit will blow up in your face. Feel me?”
