“Someone was at the cabin?” I shouted. “And you didn’t fucking tell me?”
Aspen shrank back at my angry tone, and Diesel whined at her feet. She took a deep breath and shared another goddamn secret.
“The first night at the cabin, I’d planned to run. I waited until Banshee was asleep, and I closed Diesel in my room.” Her hands twisted together in her lap. “When I went outside, someone was there. He told me I had to stay; that you would protect me.”
“Who?” I snarled.
“Chasm,” Aspen answered.
If I hadn’t been sitting in a chair, I would have fallen on the goddamn floor. “That’s not possible. Chasm is dead.”
“He’s not, King. Chasm was the man in the truck.”
“I watched that warehouse blow up. He was inside the fucking building.” I slammed my hand on the table, and Diesel ran over to me. He put his paws on the arm of my chair and barked.
I turned my head, and the dog was eye to eye with me. I stared him down and commanded, “Down,” keeping my voice low and deep. Diesel quickly licked my fucking face before he put his paws back on the floor. But instead of going back to Aspen, he sat at my feet.
“If Chasm is alive, where the fuck has he been?” I asked, causing Diesel to bark again. I glared at the dog. “Enough. Go!”
Diesel whined, and I cocked an eyebrow at him. He tucked his tail between his legs and slinked back over to sit by Aspen.
“I don’t know. But he is definitely alive.”
The room was silent as I mulled over Banshee’s words. How could he have survived that blast? And where the fuck had he been?
“What happened next?” Cash asked, moving the meeting along.
“I tipped my bike up, and that’s when the Death Dogs showed up.”
“And you don’t think Chasm set that up?” Gunner asked, and I glared at him. Chasm was fucking loyal. He’d never align with fucking Skinner.
“I don’t,” Banshee answered.
“What happened next?” Zeus asked.
“I sent the text to Mimic and dropped my phone. I knew they wouldn’t let me keep it, knowing Nav could track it. And I planned on leaving at least one body,” Banshee said.
“You left two,” Jack said with a grin.
“And got shot in the process,” Aspen whined.
“When did they beat the shit out of you?” Blade asked.
Banshee blew out a breath. “That came after.” He didn’t elaborate right away, and when I looked at him, he said, “I know what happened to my sister.”
“How?” I asked. Banshee had joined the club looking for help in finding his sister. She’d run away from home at sixteen and disappeared.
“The girl they took. Kyllian.”
“Firestride’s old lady?” Nav said, poking his head up over his computer.
Banshee nodded. He never took his eyes off me when he said, “She’s my niece. And she’s Steele’s daughter.”
“What are you saying, Banshee?” I asked, sitting forward.
“My sister didn’t run away. My fucking father sold her to Steele. Firestride’s old lady is Kyllian Ward.”
“Kaylah,” Kronos said. “I remember her.”
