I started to shake my head—I was the one who drove the butterfly. She’d only just been returned to me after being totaled, and I was feeling a little possessive, but as my head spun, I realized that I wasn’t really in the best position to be focusing on things like traffic and pedestrians. Plus, I wanted to be close to Beck. I needed the comfort.
When I surrendered the keys, Dylan shot me one last worried look before he turned and hopped in the butterfly.
“Talk to me, baby,” Beck said as he started up his Bugatti. “Tell me what you saw.”
The burn of acid assaulted my throat again, my stomach contents wanting to expel from my body. I’d never quite realized how weak my stomach was until I entered this world. I’d probably thrown up more in the last few months than I had in the ten years before that. All of this insane shit was really taking a toll on me.
Beck had his unfathomable expression focused on me still, and I tried to organize my scattered thoughts. “When I got there, Catherine was standing on the front porch with a man. I knew immediately it wasn’t Richard, and I figured she was having an affair. You know, rich wife cliché that she is.”
Beck nodded, slowing down as we exited the main gates of the Delta compound.
“Then he turned around and … it was Graeme,” I whispered.
Beck’s expression twisted slightly into confusion, and not because I said Graeme, he’d already known he was there, but because of thewayI said it.
I turned in my chair and met his gaze full on. “She kissed him, Sebastian. Kissed him passionately… like a lover.”
I waited for him to flinch, or call me crazy, or act disgusted.
But he did none of those things.
Either his mind hadn’t immediately gone to me being a possible incest baby, or he was much better than me at hiding his emotions, because right now, his expression was unreadable.
I jumped when he reached out and captured my hand. “We will get to the bottom of this, Butterfly,” he told me, his voice as serious as I’d ever heard it. “And I promise you, Catherine Deboise is going to fucking pay for what she’s done to you. To all of us.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying my best to get those images out of my head. “She’s literally the most fucked up human I’ve ever met. And considering the world I’ve been in lately...”
That was really saying something.
Actually, Graeme Huntley was about the same, so there were two fucked up Huntleys wandering around. Fucked up Huntleys that might be my pare—
I gagged again, and knowing I couldn’t live like this any longer, I reached into the center of the car and grabbed for Beck’s phone. He didn’t question me or try and take the phone back; he just let me scroll through until I found the number I needed.
The phone rang three times before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“Beck!” Richard Deboise said quickly. “Is everything okay with Riley?”
Hearing his voice had my stomach churning once more, not just because the last time I’d seen him he’d tried to drug me, but because he might not be my father, and if he wasn’t, that meant…
“I need you to tell me the truth,” I said without preamble. “For once in my life, I need the honest truth. You fucking owe me after our last meeting.”
That got Beck’s attention—I could practically feel his steely gaze slamming into the side of my head, but I ignored him, waiting for Richard’s answer.
There was a beat of silence and then: “Okay.”
“Did you know about Catherine and Graeme Huntley?’
The silence was longer this time. Much longer.
“Yes. I have known since before we were married.”
The phone was on speaker, and Beck’s angry sound reached Richard. “Who is with you, Riley?” he asked, more bite in his tone.
“Just Sebastian,” I replied.
“It’s not safe to talk on the phone,” Richard continued then. “Meet me at the red-zone Delta house. Beck knows what I’m talking about.”
The line went dead, and with trembling hands, I dropped it back where it usually sat. “He knew about it.” My voice rasped. “He knew she was fucking her brother, and he still married her.”
