“Part of my team,” he explained.
“Oh.”
“Harmony, you’re white as a sheet. You should probably sit down.”
“I’m okay,” I lied.
My phone dropped to the floor and I heard Jaxon say, “Shit,” as black engulfed me.
Coolness settled on my forehead and I raised my hand to investigate.
“Leave that, Harmony.”
I realized relatively quickly that I was stretched out on my sofa, a cold washcloth on my forehead, and Jaxon was sitting beside me, smiling down at me.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You passed out.”
I pulled the washcloth off my head and tried to sit up, but Jaxon put his hand on my shoulder. “Stay put.”
“I’m fine.”
“So fine, you passed out,” Jaxon ground out. “Stay put.”
“Oh my word, Butchy, calm the hell down,” Melody snapped as she breezed into the room, stalling when she caught sight of me and Jaxon. Butchy wasn’t far behind her, hovering as Melody demanded, “Who are you?”
“I’m Jaxon Quinn,” Jaxon said without moving.
“Why are you lying on the sofa?” she asked me.
“Your sister passed out,” Jaxon said, his tone one of irritation. “Probably due to stress.”
I pushed against him again to sit up. This time he let me. “I’m fine.”
“What the hell’s going on?” Melody demanded.
“You received a gift. It was a dead rat,” I said, matter of factly, standing.
“From whom?” Melody asked.
“We don’t know,” Butchy said. “But maybe now you’ll take this situation seriously.”
“Jules—”
“Don’t,” he warned.
She huffed, making her way to me and pulling me in for a hug. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, DiDi. We just need to figure out who’s threatening you.”
“You and I need to have a conversation,” Butchy said, and guided an irritated Melody into her private rooms.
“How long’s that been goin’ on?” Jaxon asked.
“What?”
He studied me for a few seconds. “How long has your head of security been sleeping with your sister?”
