The words come out far too quickly for comfort.
“Warrick didn’t mention it,” I say slowly.
She shrugs. “We eloped. A nice little ceremony at the court office at Arrow Hill. My father is none the wiser.”
My anger bristles. Did Warrick pair me with a married woman? One who swapped places with her sister to avoid her duties and to sneak around with her husband?
I am going to kill that old man if there is even a hint of truth to her words.
Haven spins on her heels, satisfied to have gotten the last word. I grab her wrist and yank her backwards.
“What if I tell your father?” I ask.
She shakes off my hold and spins around to face me. I rub my palm on my trousers to erase her touch.
“Why would you bother?” she asks, folding her arms across her chest. “In fact, why are you even here, torturing me right now? Do you have nothing better to do? Did Knox tell you I want to see my sister?”
Her questions are shot at rapid succession. I ignore them all, except the last.
“If you want to see your sister, you’ll do a better job getting on my good side,” I say. “In fact, if you beg me, I might let you speak to her.”
Her jaw clenches so tightly. It’s a wonder she doesn’t snap a tooth.
“May I please speak to my sister?”
“How about you get on your knees and ask?” I suggest. “That may sway me.”
Her eyes turn acidic, and her fists curl by her side. I expect her to refuse, to turn on her heels and flip me off. But she must really like her sister, because she obeys my order. It takes everything in her to lower herself to her knees.
“May I please speak to my sister?” Haven repeats. Her tone cold and abrasive.
Satisfaction rolls through me. I stare at her, tilting my head.
“Good,” I say in a bored tone. “But not goodenough. Like your fighting skills, you could use more practice.”
She looks at me like she is picturing a bullet between my eyes.
I walk away from her before she decides to get violent.
Knox is waiting for me on the outskirts of the field. He whistles under his breath.
“That was intense,” he says. “Did you really need to get her on her knees? That was a little mean, don’t you think?”
“How did she get out from under me?” I demand.
Knox shrugs.
“She’s a quick little thing,” he says. “Quite scrappy if you ask me.”
Haven passes us, throwing the middle finger my way.
Knox gasps, clutching his chest theatrically.
“Not for you,” she adds sweetly with a little smile.
Then she’s gone, disappearing into the building.
“I need you to reach out to the courthouse at Arrow Hill, Division Three,” I say. “Check if there are any marriage contracts under Grayson Sullivan’s name?”
