Killian levels him with a glare, one I’ve seen many times throughout the years. It’s dark and threatening.
“Is this what you’d say if we were talking about your wife?”
Bones balls his hands into fists and his eyes darken as he shoots my brother a death glare.
“Not a word about my wife. We are doing this because Raven requested it. I’m not particularly fond of your bloodline, so don’t push me. I’ll do my best to keep Heather safe, but I cannot guarantee anything. We will meet again in a week. Perhaps you’ll be more grateful for our help by then.”
He rises to his feet and walks out of Raven's house as we stare after him,stunned.
“Well, he’s an asshole,” Kill says, and I can’t say I disagree with him. Heather comes down the stairs with Bianca, and the knot in my stomach grows, knowing she will ask what was said. We promised we’d tell her everything. Are we really going to tell her what Graves' plans are? That her father hasfucking trafficked her to the leader of the most ruthless gang in existence? It’s an impossible conversation.
Heather looks at each of us before her joyous expression turns to dread.
“What’s wrong?”
Killian is physically the closest to her, and he rises to his feet and pulls her into his arms.
“Ready to go, baby?” He asks, trying to sound like nothing is wrong when everything is. She pushes away from him and folds her arms over her chest.
“What aren’t you telling me? You promised, all of you did.”
Carter moves closer to her and kisses the side of her head.
“We will talk at the guest house, Little Heathen. This is not the time or the place.”
She huffs loudly, “Fine, but you better tell me. I hate secrets.”
Heather says goodbye to her friend, and we all walk outside together. My feet are as heavy as lead as we go to the guest house. I know we don’t have a choice in the matter, but I don’t want to do this to her.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
KILLIAN
We walk inside and Heather plops herself into the chair with a huff as we stand like idiots watching her.
“Spill.”
Carter takes a seat on the sofa first, followed by Knox and I sitting last. We didn’t have a chance to discuss what we should or shouldn’t say to her, privately. And she deserves to know. It would be worse for us to keep it from her. I glance at my brothers and shake my head, hating that we have to tell her but knowing we do.
“Bones has a guy on the inside with Morte Mafia. He says Grave is in deep with the church and St. Dymphna’s.”
Heather shrugs like it’s no big deal. It’s certainly what we expected.
“Your father has promised you to Grave. We are fairly certain the plan is to take you-“ the next words falling from my tongue feel like poison- “and keep you.”
She doesn’t move or speak. I watch her, waiting for something. Her stare is vacant, lost, the only sign of life is her trembling fingers.
“Killer, please say something.”
She closes her eyes and hangs her head down, the look of defeat written all over her face.
“I’m not surprised. The Prophet hasn’t had a genuine interest in me for a long time. I’m not a little girl, but if he can profit from my misery, he will. This is a perfect solution for him. He washes his hands of me while knowing I’m being tortured before my death.”
Unable to handle the space between us, I get up and go to her. I drop to my knees, take her hand, and kiss her knuckles.
“We aren’t going to let him take you. You’re ours. He can’t have you.”
My brothers come over and kneel beside me. Carter grabs one of her hands, and Knox takes the other.
