He nodded.
I rolled the bourbon in the glass and watched the way the light caught it and decided to ask the question I'd been holding since he'd opened the door.
"Have we met before? Something about you is familiar."
He grinned.
It wasn't the social grin. It was a smaller, older one—the kind you saw on a man at a bar when he was getting away with something he'd waited a long time to get away with.
"No. We haven't met."
He didn't elaborate.
I let it sit. I was good at games. As long as my brothers were safe for now, I could play whatever game this man wanted to play. The moment that changed, I'd become a different problem altogether, and everyone in this house would clear the room.
"What is Dominion Hall?"
He grinned again.
"Home for wayward warriors. Could be a home for you, if you want."
"What comes with it?"
"Roof. Three squares. Your brothers. The next-room-over kind."
"My brothers got rooms?"
"Right next to the one we'd give you."
I let that land.
"And besides the roof and the brothers?"
He didn't smile this time.
"Every asset Dominion Hall owns is at your disposal. The moment you say yes."
"Yes to what?"
He set his glass down carefully on the side table.
"Yes to helping us find whoever's fucking with your family."
I looked at him. He looked at me.
I matched his grin.
"Then the answer's easy. Yes. As long as you let me deliver the first blow."
He nodded once.
"I expect nothing less."
13
REBECCA
The dinner shift started before I got through the door.
