They’d kill him.
And I’d kill to keep that secret.
“Fine. We all heard it. Now, let’s discuss this further in my office. The media frenzy should have calmed somewhat by now. We at least have the judiciary guards sending the media away and confiscating cameras, so it should be safe to make a move.”
I slink away as the voices grow closer, moving swiftly down the hallway. Once I’m far enough away, I sink into an alcove and take a deep breath.
I still need to find Silver. Warn her they’re likely to blame her for tonight.
It’s not exactly surprising, but she needs to be forewarned. Perhaps we can work out a way of getting her out of the city, although it didn’t work so well last time.
I need to see her. Ensure she’s safe right now.
Perhaps Dante got her out. He was here, after all. And he seems to care about her.
That hope is dashed as I head out of my alcove and bump straight into the vamp in question.
“Silver?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know where she went.”
Lowering my voice to barely more than a whisper, I relay the conversation I just overheard.
“Fuck.” Dante runs a hand through his hair. It can’t be the first time he’s made the gesture tonight, since he looks disheveled already. His tie is crooked and there are worry lines at his brow I haven’t seen before.
“I scouted the entire building, and she’s not inside. Have you...er... seen Felix?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I assumed he made his escape from the reception hall, like everyone else.”
“Ah.” Dante rubs the back of his neck, looking supremely uncomfortable.
“What?”
“He’s dead. Had his throat torn out and has a major stab wound.”
Oh. Oh fuck. That’s all we need.
It might sound callous as a first reaction to hearing of his death. But the only reason I hadn’t killed him myself after whathe tried to do to my brother was to keep some stability while the Nexus District is a crumbling mess.
We’ve had people trying to blow us up. Others fucking with shipments and altering orders. There are plenty of underhanded dealings going on, and while part of that was thanks to Felix himself, there are others that aren’t happy.
His death is a major headache. One that’s worthy of at least a phone call with my father. Maybe he can pull himself away from his PA for long enough to worry about the district and his legacy.
It’s all he’s cared about for so long. And right now, when it needs his focus, he’s been distracted. Disinterested. Too busy sticking his dick in his secretary. Which has meant the management of the crumbling district has fallen entirely on my shoulders.
I pull my cell out to call him and hiss as I spot over two dozen missed notifications.
Dammit, I must have left it on silent after my meeting with the Archarcan.
Right as I’m trying to read the latest messages, the screen lights up with a call from a private number.
“Hello?” I answer, trying not to drown under the anxiety of so many missed calls and notifications. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me. I don’t struggle to keep up, but right now I feel like I’m flailing. And failing.
It’s not a good feeling.
“Fabian, you need to get down here now.” My father’s voice is hard.
“You heard about Felix?” My brain can’t be working right. If it were, I’d realize there’s no way he could know. I’ve only just heard about it and I’m probably less than a hundred feet from the body.
