Sylvia shook her head. “I’m sure you’re aware by now of what happened in Chicago.”
“Dominatusis done. That’s all I need to know.”
“The candidates who perished…” Sylvia seemed sad about that, so maybe she did have a heart. She cleared her throat. “Of those who remain, each has been given a vote of whether they wish to lead us or suggest another on the list be given the position. You can probably guess what Bruce and Amara have chosen. They believe you should be the leader ofDominatus.”
And it had nothing to do withDominatusbelieving they would never really be able to control Amara.
What did that say about how they felt about her?
Kenna lifted the water glass she’d set on the floor beside the chair earlier and forgotten to take back inside and pitched it atthe woman. Water hit her front, and the glass fell to the porch and shattered. “Get off my property.”
Inside the cabin, her dog barked.
“We need a leader.”
“You’re done,” Kenna said. “There’s nothing left. Give it up.”
“If you would?—”
Ramon pulled her back by her arm. “You heard the lady. Get off her property.”
Sylvia stumbled back. “You are the leader. It’s already been decided.” She set the box on the rail of the porch. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“I want Zeyla’s name cleared,” Kenna said. “Prove that she was set up, and get the charges dropped, and I’ll consider it.”
Jax lifted one brow, but Kenna would have to explain later that she had zero intention of going through with it.
“It’s already done. There’s nothing to consider.”
“If any of you comes onto my land, I’ll have security take care of you.” Kenna lifted her chin. “Consider that your only warning. No one comes near me or my family. Not ever.”
“There’s no need to make things difficult. Just accept the fact that?—”
“No. Go away.”
Ramon shoved her off the steps. She stumbled but didn’t go down. “Get lost.”
“I don’t need to repeat it, but I’ll escort you to your chopper, and you can go.” Jax followed her, keeping a distance. Making sure she went without a fuss.
Ramon lifted the box from the rail. “What do you want me to do with this?”
Kenna shook her head. “What is it?”
“Probably some kind of orb of power, or whatever they give their leader.” He tore the lid off the box. “Huh.” He pulled out apair of pink baby-sized socks. “She knows you’re having a girl, I guess.” He frowned. “There’s a flash drive in here, too.”
She watched Jax stand with his arms crossed, his pistol still in his hand, while the helicopter took off. His hair ruffled with the whipped-up air, snow swirling around him.
Ramon went inside.
She said, “Don’t let the dog out with this glass.”
Jax came back over, ambling up the steps with his gaze on her. A look of contentment on his face that she loved. An expression she’d helped put there. “I can’t believe you actually threw a glass at her.”
“I guess I should sweep the glass off the porch.”
“I got it.” He grabbed the arms of the chair and leaned down, kissing her gently. “I love you.”
“I know.”
