I nod.
“Alone?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
Viper leans back. “There it is. Blade’s getting restless.”
“I’m always restless,” I say.
“That’s because you sit facing the door,” Tank mutters.
“Someone has to,” I answer.
Sin watches me. “You hunting something?”
“Not tonight.”
Havoc lifts his glass slightly. “Keep it quiet.”
“I always do.”
I take a swallow of my drink. It burns. Good.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I set my glass down and pull it out.
A number I’ve had saved for a while, but never used.
Violet Hoover.
Derek’s sister.
Asking for help.
Everything in me goes still.
Cold.
The kind that comes before violence.
I text back for her location.
Three seconds later, it comes through.
I’m on my feet before my brain catches up, chair scraping back. Conversation at the table falters.
Havoc looks up, eyes narrowing. “Problem?”
I don’t waste breath.
“Her.”
That’s all it takes.
Havoc’s expression shifts. Ghost’s too. They know who I mean. One late night. Too much whiskey. I’d said enough.
“Go,” Havoc says.
