“Asshole? Degenerate? Sadist?” I suggest.
Dorian nods. “When he cut into her face. That was a little over two months ago.”
“She’s even worse than I am at picking men. Though in my defense,Reevepickedme, and not the other way around,” I huff.
Dorian mustn’t have heard me, or doesn’t want to encourage my pity party, because he continues telling me about his cross-examination. “Mal’s still interrogating her, but from what I understood, she survived because she managed to get in touch with Reeve, who rushed back to save her life.”
“How heroic. Granted, with Trenton out of the picture, he finally gets his shot with Quinn.”
I want my brother to rebut my conclusion. To tell me that what Reeve and Quinn share is the same bond that Dorian and I share. But my brother doesn’t refute it, which just causes glumness to plaster itself over my dread.
“Hmm. Smells delicious in here.” Gael’s cowboy boots click against the stone tiles of the kitchen as he enters, Alexander in tow.
The latter tightens his short ponytail as he grabs a plate and begins to heap it with a little of everything.
“Any movement on the perimeter?” I ask, since my biological father and brother have self-tasked themselves with monitoring the coast—skies and roads.
“Nothin’,” Alexander replies. “How are the interrogations goin’? Have Mal and Ines been able to get anythin’ out of the Hunters?”
“You let Ines go downstairs?” I direct my shrill question at Dorian.
Alexander’s gaze dips to my balled fists. I loosen them.
“She’s with Mal,” Dorian says softly.
“Is that supposed to reassure me?” I hiss. “We’re talking about Ines. The woman who abandoned me in the human world.”
“Electra’s right to worry. My wife holds grudges like it’s nobody’s business.” Gael scoops risotto onto his plate, smoothing it into an even layer before finishing it with parmesan. “I’m not sure whether we should be more concerned that the hostages remain alive or in captivity. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and sabotage my daughter’s arrest of two high-value targets.”
Through barely separated teeth, Dorian growls, “Who would that serve?”
“Herself. She’d get to apprehend them and come out the hero.”
“You’re delusional, Monta. Ines wouldneverjeopardize what my sister has achieved.”
Though I love my brother dearly, I can’t help but think thathe’sthe delusional one if he believes Ines means well.
I planned to stay away from Reeve, but Gael’s doubts root itself inside my brain, driving me down to the basement.
Chapter 51
Reeve
Even though Ines has stripped me of my glasses, I don’t need them to know who just walked into my cell.
I might not have been with Electra long, but it was long enough for me to memorize the sultry fragrance of her skin and the feline way she moves.
“Get out,” Electra growls.
The brown-skinned Atlantean, who’s been giving me hell for conning one of her people, pushes away from the wall she’s been using as a backrest.
“He’s my prisoner, not yours,” Electra snaps.
My reckless heart blanks the noun she uses after the possessive pronoun. Idiot organ.
Ines moves toward Electra. “I need us to sit down and speak.”
If only I could retrieve my glasses from the metal shelving unit that holds more pantry products than at my past job.
