“I’ve already spoken to Alessio, and he said the video’s not fake, but Theo was in Monaco. How the fuck does that happen?”
No doubt he had his suspicions, and if I were the good little soldier Theo said I was, I would’ve confessed it all to King right then and there.
But something was holding me back, some instinct, as stupid as it probably was, to protect Theo. Not that he needed it; the guy could hold his own. It just didn’t feel like my place to tell, at least not until I knew more.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said. “Did Alessio have any theories?”
“Not that he’s letting on, but he’s still looking into a few things.” The rigid set to King’s jaw spoke volumes. He was pissed, and if there was one thing he hated, it was not being in control of any situation.
Theo going rogue? Not a good thing.
The sound of voices in the background took King’s attention away from the camera, and I caught a glimpse of Zac and East in the background of the bedroom. The same one I’d shared with him, but it didn’t look the same anymore. The walls had been painted a different color, the bed had been changed to a much bigger one, and the pictures by the bedside had three faces in them now.
“You need to bring him to me,” King said, drawing my focus back to him.
“Theo’s in the middle of royal wedding duties and you want me to bring him to New York now? I don’t think that’s gonna work.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion.”
“And I hear you, but you’re the one who wanted me to make sure he was here. Now you want me to make him leave? The press will have a field day.”
“The wedding’s over.”
“The celebrations aren’t. You know as well as I do that people will start to talk if he doesn’t make an appearance. There’s already rumors he and Jean have a strained relationship. Let’s not make it worse.”
“So you think getting to the bottom of this isn’t more important?”
“I didn’t say that. Give it some time.”
“We may not have time. We still don’t know who sent the video in the first place?—”
“And how will Theo help with that?”
King snapped his mouth shut and scowled, but he knew I had a point. Alessio was the tech genius here, the only one of us capable of tracking down the sender. If I were King, I’d have questions for Theo too, but now wasn’t the time.
“So what do you suggest? He just goes on his merry way without answering for his actions?”
“How do you know they’rehisactions? Didn’t you just say Alessio is still looking into it?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Then don’t you think we should wait until we have a definitive answer as to who sent it and what their motives are? We know Theo, we know his character?—”
“Which is half the problem.”
“—and we know he wouldn’t do anything this insane. There has to be some other explanation.”
“Which is why I want to talk to him. You need to work out a way to bring him to me.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I said no. You told me to talk to him, and that’s what I’m doing. Don’t you trust me?”
It was a low blow, I knew that. I was King’s most trusted ear, unless you counted the two who shared his bed.
“You know I do.”
