Lucky she missed. These were my only spare pair.
"Harlow could have died." Jules twisted her arms a little more.
She bit back a cry of pain. "That was the idea."
"Why?" Cass demanded. "Why would you want her dead?"
"Because she wanted to kill my father," Yvette snarled.
I stared at her for a moment.
"Hypnos was your father."
She had the same eyes as him. The same hair color. Different enough that I didn't pick on the resemblance until now. Seeing her in front of me? It should have been obvious.
It took a moment for my words to sink in. When they did, she sagged. Just a little, because Jules held her upright.
"Was?" she whispered.
"You haven't heard?" Boner asked happily. "He had an unfortunate run-in with some sharp objects. After he tried to turn my woman into soup." His tone and expression became dangerous.
Her gaze snapped to him. "He wouldn't do that. He was trying to save himself from her. Because she's coming after him and people like him for no reason." She didn't look so sure.
"He was right, I was going after him," I said evenly. "But not for no reason."
In as few words as possible, because we were standing in public, I explained why I'd hunted them down. Why I'd killed them.
By the time I was finished, tears trickled down her cheeks.
"He wouldn't do that," she whispered again.
"He did do that," Jules snapped.
She whimpered. "I'm sorry, I had no idea. If I did, I would have?—"
Jules must have loosened his grip, because she jerked herself away and turned around to take a swing at him. He caught her fist with his hand right before it hit him in the jaw.
"Not this time," he said. The last time anyone tried to punch him, he ended up with some impressive bruises. "What are we going to do with her?"
I considered for a moment. If we let her go, she could well run off to Zeus. If we didn't, it meant killing her. I didn't like killing women, but what choice did I have?
"Ravioli," Boner suggested.
"You wouldn't." Yvette tried to jerk away from Jules, but his grip on her hand was too tight.
"Yeah, we would," Boner said, grinning.
"No we won’t," I said finally. "We're going to have to put her away somewhere while we deal with Zeus."
She hadn't harmed me, but she was complicit. Part of me wanted to let her go, but I didn't dare. If I turned my back on her, she might drive a knife into it. That was a risk I couldn't take, not with myself and not with any of my men either. Archer would have pointed out the saying, ‘The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.’ If that was the case here, we needed to treat her like her father treated me.
"I’m not going to do anything to you," Yvette said, pleading. "Let me go and you never have to see me again." She blinked more tears out of her eyes.
"Unfortunately, I hold a grudge," I said. "You knew what he wanted to do with me, and you helped make it happen. That makes you the enemy in my book."
She sniffed. "Please, I promise I won’t…"
I ignored her. "Jules, can you bring her inside?"
