Kaine shrugs. “Believe me, I know more about that man than almost anyone.”
“Is that because you belong to his coven? Did he turn you, too?”
Kaine scoffs. “Hell no! Foxx has no idea who I am. But that answers one ofmyquestions.” His smile turns cold as he looks at me. “Youareone of his, aren’t you?”
Evan curses, realizing his mistake.
“I thought so. I’ve been trying to figure out why Alden was here. There’s only one reason he’d leave the club. He was looking for you.”
“If Foxx didn’t turn you, what do you want with him?” I ask.
Kaine steadies himself, tossing his long hair over his shoulder. “I told you. Willow is stuck with him, and I want to get her out.
Without warning, Grant shifts to his human form, his fists clenched in restraint. “What makes you think we’ll help you? We don’t know anything about you.”
Kaine’s gaze drifts up and down the other man’s naked body before he answers. “Because I know things about the coven you might not, and because I’ve heard you spit his name with venom at least a dozen times today, so I know you hate him as much as I do.”
I exchange a look with Grant, still unsure.
Kaine sighs. “Look, I have more reason than anyone to want Foxx dead. Four years ago, he killed my mother, but not before having his way with her first. When my father found out, it destroyed him. He lost himself in liquor, became completely unrecognizable. One night while he was shit-faced, my sister fell and cut herself on some broken glass he’d left after one of his rages. She was bleeding badly, and instead of calling for help, he thought he would drive her to the hospital himself.” I don’t need a truth serum to know Kaine is being honest. His somber eyes are filled with loss, one that is all too familiar. Like looking in a mirror. “He swerved, lost control, killed both himself and my sister when he drove off the road.” Bitterness creeps into his voice. “Which means Foxx is the sole reason my family is dead.”
Can he tell that I know exactly how he feels? Is my loss, my rage, just as painted on my face as it is on his?
Still, I can’t afford to blindly trust him.
Kaine straightens his back. “So? Do we have a deal? Can I join your little… group to take them down?”
27
EVAN
Kaine’s question lingers in the air. I don’t know what to say, or even think. I mean, who the fuck does this guy think he is? He trespassed on pack land. That can’t be ignored, even if he reminds of a slithering, fae prince. I’ve never met any fae, but everything I’ve heard about them makes me want to keep it that way.
Keeping my gun aimed at Kaine, I risk a glance at Jericho. He looks menacing with his fangs exposed and back taught, like a viper ready to strike.
“Tell us what you know about the coven,” Grant says with a note of authority. “If any of your information matches whatweknow, then we’ll know you aren’t just fucking around.”
Kaine shifts from foot to foot, keeping his arms folded. He exudes confidence, despite having a gun aimed at him and three wolves ready to strike. “Alright. I can tell you that Alexander Foxx was turned three years, ten months, and… roughly four days ago. His sire is a guy named Dimitri Benevicci, but that doesn’t matter because he’s dead. Foxx killed him the day he rose as a vamp. From what I know, he baited and used Dimitri to become what he is.
“Foxx has, or ratherhad,three main leaders. Ripley, Breckley, and… until recently, Alden. Alden was a living lie detector, a radar. He could smell the truth on people. Rip is a mimic, which means he can copy gifts of those he touches. His twin, Breck, is a chameleon. He can change appearances on a whim. There are two women in his coven.” He holds up each finger as he says their names. “Trivanka, who can grow wings since she was poisoned by pixie blood before she was turned.”
I shudder at the thought. Poisoned by pixie blood? Possibly one of Foxx’s sick monstrosities?
“Then there’s Rachel,” Kaine continues, “who used to work in the morgue. She’s a vessel. Speaks to the dead. There are three more in his coven, not counting the mage they have working for them. Should I go on?”
So there is a mage. Great. Forest had been right about that.
Grant nods, even though everything he’s said so far matches what we know.
Kaine rolls his eyes, but he obliges. “Connor has a gift of sight, which means he can see through buildings. Pretty handy trick when you want to know when people are coming. Amir has the gift of speed. And there’s one other guy, I don’t know his name, but I believe he has the gift of voice altering. He’s new, though, so I’m not sure about him. Oh, and Foxx is trying to turn shifters.”
Sage growls and snaps his fangs, taking a step closer to Kaine.
“I take it you knew this?”
“What about the mage?” Jericho asks. “How did he get involved in all this?”
Kaine huffs in annoyance. “Are you kidding? The mage isn’t just involved. He’s the bread and butter of the group. Or at least,he’s becoming it. Haven’t you wondered how Foxx is getting away with all this shit? It’s because ofhim.Orem Gravestone.”
