“I’m already regretting sharing,” I said sourly.
Nathan wasn’t listening, holding the jar at eye level. “Hello, there. Want to tell me what you’re doing here?”
A spat of curses came from Nyx.
Nathan tsked. “Such unbecoming language for a guest of our house.”
“Don’t kill her,” I ordered.
Just in case she really was sent by Inara.
“Softie,” Nathan drawled.
“Whatever.”
Ignoring Nathan, I took in the rest of the enforcers sprawled around the room. They all wore black suits. Their own version of a uniform. Though the material of their suits were far nicer than I’d ever seen in work attire. They were custom fitted and fashionable enough to be featured on a magazine model.
Just then, Thomas strode inside from the patio. “Is this everyone? Are we ready?”
Liam entered behind Thomas, spotting me immediately. Changing direction, he headed my way. His hand slipped under my jacket, sliding over my lace covered waist, to pull me into him so he could drop a short but brutal kiss on my lips.
“What was that for?” I asked, my lips still tingling when he pulled back.
“Just felt necessary.” Liam brushed his knuckles down my cheek. “You’re my wife after all.”
The reminder sapped my good mood.
Liam chuckled as my eyes spat fire at him, giving me one last pat on the waist before he shifted to stand by my side, his shoulder a reassuring weight against mine.
Nathan held up the jar. “Look—Aileen gave me a present.”
“A lovely gift,mo chuisle,” Liam said mildly. “Though I’m disappointed Nathan received one before your husband.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve planned something special for you.”
“I can hardly wait,” he murmured, looking amused.
Thomas was watching the pair of us closely. “Aileen—you wouldn’t happen to know where your brother is, would you?”
I played dumb. “Not a clue. Do you?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. The reports I received a little while ago say he was seen entering a dive bar known for its reputation in the criminal underworld of Vegas. He was seen in the company of that human you were acting odd around.”
“If you know where he is, why did you ask me?”
“Why is he there?” Thomas asked with a forced patience. “I thought you’d agreed to stay out of Brax’s matters.”
“Which pair of ears heard me say that?” I asked.
Nathan’s choked laugh sounded from the couch.
“No, really. What in our history would make you think I’d just drop this?”
Eric held out his hand to Daniel and Anton, snapping his fingers and making a give me motion. “I win.”
Anton frowned at him before giving in with a muttered curse. He reached into his back pocket, withdrawing a clip of cash as Daniel did the same on the other side of the coffee table.
Eric took their money, weighing it carefully before tossing one of the clips to Nathan.
