She itched to pull the sheet back up, but wasn’t about to give Portia—her sister?!—the satisfaction of knowing that she intimidated Dizzie.
“I mean, he didn’t bother to wait until you woke up.” Her words and tone carried the same sneer that shaped her lips.
Dizzie had no idea where Killian had gone, but she hoped he’d be back soon. Until he returned, she’d have to let Portia’s words roll off her back.
It was harder than she expected since the hits kept coming.
“He’s probably off to get security to drag you back to headquarters to answer for your crimes. Since you killed his best friend and all.”
Jesus. She got why they called Portia the Ice Queen. The other woman was a stone-cold bitch.
“Good morning, Portia.”
Dizzie would be polite, though all she wanted to do was flip Portia off and have the nurses drag her from the room. Unfortunately, they would probably drag off the wrong Tremaine sister. “So happy you decided to visit,” she said, channeling every interaction she’d ever had with high society ladies, hoping she got the fuck-you tone just right.
Portia glared at her.
Score!
“Why are you here?”
“You killed my husband. I want to see you suffer for it.” Tears welled in Portia’s eyes. Eyes that now reminded Dizzie a lot of her own.
“Fair enough.” Dizzie swallowed. That was honest. Brutally honest. She was grateful for the other woman’s candidness. The new world she was suddenly a part of was only partially built on reality.
“I’m sorry for my part in the bombing,” Dizzie said. “I honestly didn’t know what was in the package. It was just another job.”
As soon as she said, Dizzie knew that she’d screwed up.
“Killing innocent people like my husband was a job? You’re a killer and I can’t wait to take you down.”
Guilt weighed on Dizzie’s shoulders. Maybe Portia was right. Maybe she did deserve to be punished for her role in it. But she shouldn’t be the only one.
“Are you at least looking for who else was involved? Because I think the rumors were right and it was an inside job.”
Oh my god.Why had she said that?
Portia’s lips pursed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
During their night at the Jack’s, Killian had confided that he didn’t believe Tremaine Security knew what they were doing. Personally, Dizzie thought they didn’t care.
At the time, that hadn’t been a concern. Now, if they didn’t care and they knew where Dizzie was… She was pretty much screwed.
“Well, yes,” Dizzie admitted. “But if you don’t want to tell me, I’m happy to hang out here.” She shouldn’t keep needling Portia, but she couldn’t help it. The woman was determined to make Dizzie’s life a living hell. If she let her live at all.
Portia rose stiffly from her chair and stalked toward the bed. Apparently, Dizzie had made the Ice Queen mad.
A squiggle of glee rushed through her. It lasted until Portia loomed over the bed, staring down at her.
“Enjoy your stay while you can.” Portia’s voice was cool and cruel. “This will be the last place you remember fondly.”
Dizzie tensed every muscle to keep from leaning away when Portia bent and put her face close to hers. “You may think that Killian will get you out of this. You think that it matters that you’re some castoff Tremaine bastard. It doesn’t. Nothing can save you because you killed my husband and I’m going to make you pay.” Portia straightened and ran her hand over the IV setup, the threat clear.
The door snicked shut behind her. Dizzie placed her hand over her heart. It was racing in time with the beeping.
Portia hadn’t been subtle; she didn’t have to be. As long as the Tremaine heir was in the hospital, Dizzie would need to be alert every moment.
Why had Portia allowed Dizzie to wake up? They’d been alone in the room. It would have been so easy to take Dizzie out while she was sleeping. And she would have gotten away with it. Why just deliver a threat?
