Kit
You know I had nothing to do with the bombing, Dylan.
And yet your family has thrown you to the wolves.
Kit
What do you want?
The pleasure of your company.
Kit
No.
Are you really going to turn your back on the only friends you have left?
Kit
We have very different definitions of that word.
Aoife fooled us all, Kitters, including me. She took it too far, and she’ll pay the price, but her choices aren’t mine, and they aren’t the club’s.
Kit
Are you saying you had no idea you were dating a terrorist?
I had no idea the ABR existed until her arrest. She lied to us all.
Kit
And how can you be so sure that the accusations against me aren’t true?
Because you and Evangeline were inside when the bombs went off, and you’d rather carve out your own heart than let anything hurt her.
Kit
Then how am I supposed to trust that you weren’t part of it, too?
Let me prove it to you. Tonight, 8 o’clock. I’ll send you the address.
Have you considered the possibility that they might bring him back into the fold, only to silence him for good?
I exhale, my heart pounding as Tibby’s words echo throughmy mind. “How—how did you know it was Dylan?” I say, grasping for something normal to ask.
“Only he and Aoife ever call me Kitters,” mutters Kit, and he looks to Singh. “I’m not going. Dylan’s too dangerous.”
“Need I remind you that this is the reason you’re here?” says Singh, digging through a carton of Thai leftovers with a plastic fork. “This is the opening we’ve been waiting for.”
“We’rehereto find the names of current and former members of Fox Rex,” says Kit. “Facing Dylan was never part of the deal. I thought he fled the country.”
“Dylan Baxter is your main point of contact within Fox Rex—your only one, now that Aoife Marsh is in custody,” says Singh. “We’ve been keeping tabs on him, but once we discovered he was in Oxford, we knew he was your best bet for returning to the club.”
“You knew he was here, and you didn’t tell us?” says Kit, his eyebrows climbing. “He tried tomurderEvan—”
“Your protection officers are all well aware of the situation,” says Singh. “Dylan hasn’t tried to approach you, and he, like the rest of the world, has no idea Evangeline is here.”
“If anyone can figure it out, it’s him,” growls Kit. “I agreed to this because I thought we had a chance of getting that damn list, but if Dylan’s part of the equation, then I’m out.”
