“He’s coming. Sit on the couch.”
I shifted from the wheelchair to the leather couch. In front of me was a tall mirror with a golden frame. I looked paler than usual, and my hair had begun to grow long enough for curls to reemerge.Hayden would like that.
The door opened behind me, and my body turned to stone.
“Leave us,” Bo said, followed by the door closing.
He walked around the couch and stopped in front of me, leaving me with no choice but to raise my gaze and meet his single eye. The other was covered by a black eye patch. He was still stocky, still with a messy beard that now had streaks of gray. He wore nice clothes: a black button-down shirt and clean blue jeans. Yet no lipstick could help this pig.
“I hoped you’d be less pretty,” Bo said and glanced at my leg. “You can’t walk?”
“No.”
“Good thing you’ve nowhere to walk to.” He took a chair and sat close to me. “Who else knows you’re here?”
“No one.”
“Prey… don’t lie to me.”
My blood grew hot. “Don’t call me that.”
He arched an eyebrow, the one above his missing eye. “Should we have a talk about what I can and cannot do to you?”
I shook my head, recomposing myself. Back then, there was only so much he could do without The Director intervening. Now, there was no one to hold him back, and I had to remember that.
“I worked with a former FBI agent who is related to Hayden. We tried to find this place, but Samuel saw me at the motel, and it all went to shit.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that—you’re here, after all.” His smile was as nasty as I remembered.
“Where’s Hayden?”
Bo shrugged. “How would I know? You think I keep tabs on all the people we have here?”
All four of them?As always, Bo was full of shit.
“Are you the one who sent Hayden the videos of me?”
He shook his head. “That was your old friend, Mr. White. But what did you expect, dating a detective? I mean, yeah, he has a big cock, but still.” He crossed his legs. “Mr. White has become more paranoid in his old age. Too many members left, and you can never know when someone might say the wrong thing to the wrong people.”
I crossed my arms, pondering Bo’s words. Mr. White could have told me directly to break up with Hayden, but he chose to play his little games. “Then the High Council still calls the shots?”
“White’s the last remaining council member. He reached out to me a few years ago and offered me this gig. Between you and me, it didn’t feel like he was swimming in options.”
“Then The Society really is dying?”
“It sure is, and I saw it coming years ago. Some things die slowly.” He took off his shoes and placed his foot in my lap. “You know how I like it.”
I sighed and began massaging his foot. “Was Mr. White the one who chose to kidnap Nick?”
“Nah, that was me.”
I gave him a hard look. “Why?”
He smiled at my anger. “Agatha suggested him as an option, and when she mentioned you two were fucking, I couldn’t resist.”
Even though I had no way of controlling what happened to Nick, a flame of guilt stirred in my chest. “Who had Agatha killed?”
“Mr. White took care of that after she told him the police were on to her. If there was ever anyone who knew too much, it was her.”
