“I don’t think so.”
I glare at him, but he hardly flinches.
“I just received the exact itinerary of your trip. Can you tell me if this is correct?”
He holds the screen of his phone to me, and I’m vaguely thankful that he’s thoughtful enough not to blurt it all out. It’s supposed to be a surprise.
Though I’m well aware it might not be a very happy surprise for her.
“Yeah,” I say. “Why did Vincent send you that info?”
“He didn’t,” says Logan, his voice tight with concern. “Thismessage was sent to me by Noel.”
16
Seraphina
“Fuck that asshole!” fumes Damien. “I killed his boss. Noel should bethankingme.”
We’ve spent the past twenty minutes in the living room. Damien is walking around in circles while Logan sits on a chair, drumming his fingers nervously on the windowsill. I’m sitting on one of the couches, feeling very confused and more than a little annoyed at being kept in the dark. The suitcase leans against the door, forgotten.
“I just can’t believe Vincent is the rat,” mutters Damien. “I trusted that kid. Ipromotedhim. And this is what I get?”
“There’s something very odd about all this, though,” intervenes Logan. “Well, a number of odd things. For instance, Vincent bought the house. But there’s no information about the house in the email. I would have figured that would be of most interest.”
“Okay,” grumbles Damien. “That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know about it. He knows about all the rest. What the fuck am I going to do with that house now?”
“I don’t think Noel knows about it,” insists Logan. “If Vincent was the rat, that would be the first thing he’d mention. Did Vincent give orders to anyone else?”
Damien shrugs. “No idea. Why?”
“Well, maybe he had an assistant reach out to…”
“An assistant?” flares Damien. “Heismy assistant! Who does he think he is, getting his own assistant?”
“Relax,” drawls Logan. “Stop using your dick to think. And stop chewing me out over everything.”
Damien pauses and I stifle a gasp. I can’t even imagine how he’d react if I said anything like that. What is Logan thinking?
But Damien merely shrugs off the comment. “Fine. I guess he probably does delegate some stuff. We need to figure it out. I can’t endanger her.”
He dials a number and brings his phone to his ear. “Igor? Bring me Vincent. And stick around. I may need you.”
Less than ten minutes later, Igor walks in, dragging Vincent after him. The latter is looking pretty pale. I guess it’s bad news when Igor’s sent to get you.
“I haven’t done anything,” says Vincent, his voice shaking.
“We’ll find that out in a minute,” growls Damien, his voice so ominous that I find myself shaking too, even though his anger is not directed at me.
I really hate how scared I still get around him. I should be absolutely furious, I should be resisting the trap that I feel myself falling into, harder than ever.I love you.Yeah, right. The words should have angered me, but they merely hurt me. Why does he insist on mocking me?
And yet, despite it all, the only way I can resist his spell is through little acts of feeble defiance.
What the hell is wrong with you, Seraphina Connor?
Damien turns toward me and gives me a reassuring smile. “Give me a second,” he tells the others, and he pushes me gently toward the bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I ask, unwilling for him to shut me out like this.
