True.
Dagger clapped him on the shoulder. “All we’re saying is that you don’t need to handle the matter of her.”
“Ineed to figure her out.” The moment those words left his mouth, he cursed. Did he really just bloody say that out loud? To his brothers? If they weren’t annoying before, they’d certainly be now.
Reaper whistled. “Well, cock on a duck, would you listen to that? Ourfrèrehas needs. Seems old Dagger over there did you a favor.”
Maxen glared at his brother and yanked the bottle from his hands, filling his glass. “You really don’t value your teeth.”
“I’ve long since grown immune to your threats,frère.”
Dagger snorted.
Maxen sneered into his drink. With brothers like these, who needed enemies threatening to topple their empire?
“Do we need to reinforce our concerned brotherly concerns?” Reaper went on. “Because I’ve got a list.” The arse held up his handand counted off. “One: Max is acting weird. Two: He’s not sleeping. Three: He’s loitering outside her candle shop like a pitiful poet. Four: Dagger might have leased the property to a spy. Five: We might all die.”
Bloody hell.
Knight grunted from his spot behind the bar.
“Then I die,” Maxen muttered.
“Shite off,” Dagger said with a scowl. “You don’t die.”
Reaper gave a long-suffering sigh. “You don’t love me, do you,frère?”
“I’m in hell,” Maxen bit out. Could his brothers get off his damn back? “Where are the others?”
Dagger shrugged, his lip still pulled up in annoyance. “Saint’s here somewhere. Serpent is off enquiring about the shipment. Drake’s upstairs resting for a fight.”
Maxen gave a curt nod. “Anything with Rollings?”
Dagger gave a slight shake of his head. “What are we going to do with him?”
Reaper sent a toothy grin their way. “China.”
“No.” Not if Calliope was involved with the man. He had no proof beyond his suspicion, beyond the slipper. Perhaps the man could shed light on the matter. Plus, his threat level was minor. Only the supreme levels got sent off.
“Why the devil not?” Reaper demanded, his face darkening.
“I need to find out if my tenant is involved.”
Reaper snorted. “That little thing? She looks harmless enough.”
Dagger tipped his head, considering. “Did you learn something about the bird today?”
Maxen swallowed back a sip. “No.”
He found himself the recipient of three flat stares.
“These things take time.” Christ, now he did sound like a pitiful poet.
Knight scoffed. “Seems to me the girl is dangerous.”
“She’s not,” Maxen denied.
“All women are dangerous,” Knight countered.
