“Who?”
“Jax and I.”
“Don’t leave. I’m on my way. And Kat, have you spoken to anyone else?”
I pause, my body temperature rising.
“Brother, you just answered my question,” I say, my tone icy. “I’ll see you when you get here, and you better have a bloody good explanation to hand.”
Disconnecting the call, I stare at the phone in my hand.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Who? Elijah?” Jax asks, looking confused.
He takes in my tense muscles, pulling me onto the floor and into his lap.
I wrap my arms around his waist before resting my head on his chest. Slowing my breathing to match his steady heartbeat.
“You think Elijah knew?” Jax asks quietly.
“He knows something. He’s on his way over. We’ll soon find out.”
He rubs circles on my back until I begin relaxing in his arms. Dropping my head forward, I allow myself to absorb some of his strength.
When I finally start to feel human again, I lift my head and push myself up. Jax follows suit.
My eyes lock on the piles of boxes, all containing files.
A numbness descends, encasing my body.
Dad, what the hell were you involved in?
My throat thickens, as I know for a fact, it’s not going to be anything good.
There’sa knock at the door. I’ve already cancelled housekeeping, explaining the carnage of the spare room is not something I feel like doing today.
I throw open the door to my elder brother and best friend.
I step aside and let them in. Elijah and I are caught in a staring match.
Pen harrumphs and scoots past Elijah, disappearing into the spare room. Jax follows her.
She reappears a moment later, all colour gone from her face.
“Shit,” Elijah says, running a hand down his face. “Are you sure?”
“Ninety-nine point nine,” she says.
“Stop,” I snap, holding up a hand. “Will someone tell me what the hell is going on. I’m hanging on by a thread and am about to seriously lose myshit.”
Jax appears behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulls me back against his chest, his presence soothing some of the irritation bubbling inside me.
“I need to make a call,” Pen says.
I’m moving before I can stop myself, grabbing her phone out of her hand, and flinging it onto the sofa. She stops and stares at me, her shoulders tensing.
“Kat,” my brother hisses, taking a step towards me.
