I followed, reaching the door where I paused. “It would really suck if you died. I don’t want that asshole ruling my city.”
If that happened, I might have to move—and I hated moving.
nineteen
Themansionlookedlikea beehive that had been disturbed as we took our leave. I followed Liam to the underground garage where Thomas’s fleet of vehicles were waiting. There were several empty spots already. Those that remained looked mostly identical. Black Escalades as far as the eye could see.
“Wow.” I stopped to stare. “When I accused you of all driving clones of the same vehicle, I didn’t realize how close to the truth I was.”
We found Daniel and Eric waiting for us beside one of the Escalades.
“Nice motorcycle,” I said, admiring one of the few vehicles that was different from the rest. “Whose is it?”
The bike wasn’t the only exception in the sea of monotony. Beside it was a parked Jeep. There was also the odd SUV that was not an Escalade. A mustang and a corvette were also present.
“Mine,” Eric said, opening the driver’s door of an Escalade and getting inside.
Impressive. And not something I would have expected from this enforcer.
“Any chance of me taking it for a spin one of these days?” I asked.
“About as good a chance as you letting me drive Gwyneth.”
That was a hard bargain.
Daniel ignored us as he focused on Liam. “Is it wise to divert our attention with a challenge issued?”
“These are the master’s orders.” Liam’s response was enough to silence the other man. “Besides, wasn’t it you who thought Ahrun needed to be dealt with?”
“Is this a suicide mission then? Because the three of us won’t be enough to take out Ahrun.”
“Excuse me,” I objected, feeling a little insulted. “It’s four.”
Had he forgotten about me?
Daniel’s hmm managed to be both dismissive and insulting as he climbed into the front passenger seat.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, finding my way into the back seat.
Liam joined me as Eric started the car. The garage door opened and Eric drove up the landing and onto the street.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Head south.”
Daniel shifted in his seat. “Are we sure about her intel?”
“Unless you think an ancient has learned to use a cellphone in the short time he’s likely to have been awake, I’d say yes,” I answered for Liam. “You know I always considered you the strong silent type, but now I’m thinking you’re more the grumpy, nagging sort.” To Eric, “Is this usual behavior for him?”
“Yes,” Eric said as Daniel rumbled a, “No.”
I stared at Daniel’s ear, wishing I could take a look in the enforcer’s brain to see what made him tick.
“What?” he snapped.
I shook my head. “What was that between you and Thomas earlier?”
He tugged at his ear as he looked out the passenger side window. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
