Alessandro put a hand into the air.
“I’d like to question him more,” she said.
“I second that motion,” Finley said.
“I don’t see a reason to continue any sort of conversation with a traitor,” Bryson heard his father say.
“You were friends with Jonathan, weren’t you Callen?” Helen said. “If I recall, you two were close and became closer after Ivan’s death.”
Bryson held his breath. They were getting closer to the truth.
“We were friends, which is why I know that what my son is saying is ridiculous. It brings me no pleasure to see him killed, but I will gladly take the pain, to ensure he doesn’t make a mockery of this order.”
“How altruistic of you,” Bryson said.
“Shut up,” Callen said.
The group argued around him until finally it seemed that Helen would be allowed a few more questions.
“How did you know where Jonathan lived?” she asked.
“My father,” Bryson said, feeling Callen growing purple behind him.
“And why did you kill him?”
“I found photos of him at Adria’s. They showed him assaulting a child. After we were sold, I sought him out and killed him,” Bryson said with complete sincerity.
“And Seth and Kaydon didn’t attend with you?”
“No.”
Bryson could hear the two of them struggling, muffled sounds coming from behind each of their gags. Seth and Kaydon didn’t know about this part of his plan. Didn’t know that he would distance himself from them in order to save them.
Helen looked behind him. “It seems they do not agree. I wonder if I asked them what they would say.”
Bryson was quick with that one too. “They have Federov marks, they are her property and can’t be questioned without her.”
Helen gave the pair a once over, seeing what Bryson already knew she would see.
Next to each of their snowflakes was a horned sheep.
Helen’s hand shot out, grabbing Bryson’s chin.
“It seems all three of you bare her marks.”
Bryson smiled, knowing he would die Adria’s.
Helen straightened. “If he’s renounced his heir status, should we even be talking to him without Adria.”
“He doesn’t have the ability to renounce. His boy toys can add all the color they want, but Bryson is a Winters. No tattoos will change that,” his father spat.
Helen nodded and sat down saying, “I’m satisfied that he committed the crime on his own and without help.”
Bryson breathed. That was easy.
Finley said, “I second the motion.”
Lin Sun said, “Third.”
