“What do you mean Richardson is responsible for Phil’s death?”
Shit.
I have a problem.
If I hadn’t already been completely fascinated by this little siren, then I certainly was the moment she stormed into our living room and attacked Sarah, that scheming beast, like a fury. Only wearing her long nightshirt, her curls wild and loose.
Completely caught off guard, I stare at her, unable to intervene. But I don’t need to, because she’s handling it.
My sister appears in the doorway, a deep satisfaction on her face as she watches Amelia defend herself against Sarah.
I have to admit, I find Goldilocks’ outburst incredibly hot, and I almost feel something like pride. That confuses me as much as the strange feeling I had two hours ago when she fell asleep in my arms from exhaustion and adrenaline crash. In my arms. Even though I’m supposed to be the enemy.
She looked so delicate and fragile that I didn’t want to let her go.
In that moment, it became clear to me that I would kill anyone who came near her. It’s that simple.
Reluctantly, I handed her over to Lizzy and Lincoln when we arrived here, as I had to deal with Robins, the press, and Damien. So, Lizzy stayed with Amelia while I took care of everything else, trying to minimize the damage. Luckily, Eric had already done a thorough job, and it looks like nothing will go public.
Cedric brought Damien to my city apartment. He’s doing as well as can be expected.
Thinking about how lost and broken Amelia and Damien looked made me feel sick, a nasty twist in my chest.
But that was forgotten the moment Goldilocks stormed into the living room like a little firecracker.
I’m not surprised she overheard everything, since I had only left the door ajar so I could hear if she woke up, and Sarah certainly wasn’t quiet.
What that bitch said is complete bullshit, and there’s no way she thinks I’d believe a word of it. But Amelia wants to make it very clear that it’s not true, and I can’t help but smirk a little as she grabs Sarah and slams her against the wall.
Damn, that’s hot, and I didn’t expect that from her, but I can see she’s raging. I understand her reaction. It’s too much for her. She needs to release that pent-up anger, and Sarah deserves no less, so I let it happen.
Just as I cross my arms and lean against the shelf, a sentence reaches my ears that makes me freeze.
“Listen here, Miss Know-It-All, I didn’t order that bigoted asshole Robins there, and certainly not that crazy psycho Richardson. He’s the one responsible for Phil’s death. So don’t you dare spread that crap about me. Got it?”
What?
WHAT?
My first thought is that I misheard, but I didn’t.
Richardson?
My thoughts whirl wildly, and my gaze slides to Amelia, who’s in the process of tearing Sarah apart.
What does she mean by that?
Adrenaline rushes through me like a waterfall, and it feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.
Richardson is responsible? What the hell?
I don’t wait a second and step in, grabbing her and taking her back to the bedroom, not before making sure Lizzy and security deal with that scheming beast.
So now here we are. Amelia swallows visibly.
“What do you mean Richardson is responsible for Phil’s death?” I ask dangerously quietly, fixing my gaze on the little wildcat in front of me. Her blue eyes drill into mine, and I immediately lose myself in them again. The turmoil settles, and I have no damn idea what’s going on except that she looks beautiful all upset and out of herself.
I have to focus not to drift off in a completely different direction.
