“I agree with Reyna,” Katarina said. “The place is secure. We didn’t know about it, so Harrington likely doesn’t know about iteither. It’s better than the mansion.”
Philippé grunted. Reyna supposed that was a confirmation.
“Okay.”
And just like that Beckham was in on the plan to move the remaining members of Elle to the anti-vamp prepper facilities. They spent much of the rest of the day moving people. Meghan and Tye had checked out two other safe houses Zoya had discovered while they were gone and found another five people in one location, but everyone at the other had been killed.
Once everyone was finally settled, Reyna and Beckham followed them into the subterranean headquarters. Everett wore a smug look when he saw her.
“Stop that,” she spat.
He crossed his arms. “Look, I held up my end of the bargain.”
“There was no bargain.”
“Oh right, that was in my head. I want to go to Visage and see if my brother is alive. And I want the help of someone who has been there.” He snapped his fingers. “That’s you. That’s my bargain.”
Reyna pinched the bridge of her nose. “We don’t have the manpower or resources to break into Visage. How do you expect us to do that?”
“I’m a spy, Reyna. I can get us inside. But you know how to get around. You know where people are kept.”
“I was a prisoner,” she reminded him. “I didn’t go out on strolls.”
“Someone got you out, which means you have floor plans. Just think, you can make this altruistic, if you like. We can get everyone out of there. Even better, we can broadcast it and put a dent in Visage’s credibility.”
Reyna hated to admit that it was a good idea. But itwas. She wanted to save the people who were like Jodie and had been under Visage almost all of their lives. The ones like her, whoHarrington had used to feed from or experiment on. The ones like Beckham’s sister, Bronwyn, and Everett’s brother, Edmond, who Visage had kept for collateral.
“Let me think on it. We can’t do anything until after the snow clears anyway.”
Everett put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched and pulled away. Sadness crinkled his eyes for a split second before he covered it up. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. You know, for everything.”
“I don’t trust you, Everett. This is a huge step for me. I really think you’re going to fuck this up. But do me a favor, okay?”
He looked at her warily. “What’s that?”
“Prove me wrong.”
She moved away from Everett, careful to avoid his friends, and went back to Drew’s side. “Are you ready to go?”
“Go?” he asked.
“You and Laura can come back with us.”
Drew sighed. “As much as I’d like to do that, Rey, I feel like I should stay here. I don’t trust Everett farther than I can throw him and someone needs to be here to lead these people.”
She swallowed around a knot in her throat. “Right. That makes perfect sense.” Sometimes she wanted to be that little girl who threw herself into her brother’s arms and let her cares fall away. But they both needed to lead this rebellion if it had any hope of getting legs again. “I’ll miss you.”
“Always, Rey.” He drew her in for a hug and whispered into her ear, “We need to figure out what happened to Brian. The not knowing is killing her.”
Reyna nodded. “I know.”
“The stress is bad for the baby.”
“How areyouholding up?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Drew,” she muttered. He’d always been the softer of her twobrothers, trying so hard to be more like Brian, but it never took. “Gregory is gone. I know how devastating that is. I thought Becks was gone and it nearly destroyed me.”
