I blinked at him for a while as the pieces slowly fell into place in my head.
“Except it sounds like he's going to ensure the blood is on his hands, not yours.”
Eric was going to try and spare his son. This was probably the most selfless thing he’d ever done for Drew. Yet, I was worried this misguided self-sacrifice would force Drew's hand in other areas, and that scared me. Drew was a loyal man himself; honorable and protective of what he considered his. One wrong move and the whole thing could come crashing down around us.
“We need to find Eric,” I said quietly.
“I’m not letting him do this, Ayda.”
I held that steely blue-green gaze with my own and felt all the love and pride rise in my chest. This man was mine, and I could see that he was putting all of the pieces together in his head. He knew his father. He knew what Eric was capable of, what he was willing to do, and what hewoulddo. No matter how honorable or selfless these plans of Eric’s might be, Drew understood that this wasn’t the right course of action to take right now—there were too many moving parts on the mayor’s machine. Something I wasn’t sure Eric had fully considered.
Drew was smarter than Eric in so many ways.
Walsh had laid out a gauntlet for Drew. He’d used a knife of betrayal to wound him, but Drew had just snapped off the blade and was ready to strike back. He’d already started to formulate a plan to cut the legs out from under the monster, and I could see that planning in the occasional glazing of his eyes as he retreated into his thoughts. Drew wanted to play this smart, to ensure the win, and to make sure that when the threat was down, it stayed down.
There was no way in the world Eric could know any of this. He couldn’t possibly understand the tactician his son had become. If he had, and he was still doing this his way, he’d underestimated Drew in a big way.
“We most definitely need to find Eric,” I repeated.
