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“This is Delgado.”
“And Jack is blood.”
“So are you.”
“Aye, and I’m telling you to go.”
Lucian’s face tightened.
We’d spent most of our lives with only each other at our backs. Sending him to Boston while I remained in the city felt wrong in a way I didn’t want to examine, but Jack needed him, and Xyst could survive without him, at least for a while.
Scarlett needed a break from Manhattan too.
Her father’s face still filled the news. His supporters were everywhere, and the city had twisted her name through headlines that painted her as a victim, a traitor, or the devil’s new bride. She’d survived too much to heal in a place where Andrew Hayes still smiled for the cameras.
“Boston might be good for Scarlett,” I said quietly.
Her eyes locked on mine.
“It isn’t forever,” I said before she could argue. “It’s a chance for you to breathe somewhere your father doesn’t own the air.”
She swallowed.
For once, she didn’t have a wry answer ready.
Lucian’s hand slid around the back of her neck. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. It’ll give you the space you need to heal. And as much as I hate to leave with all this bullshit going on, it’ll be good for The Syndicate to have one of us in each city right now.”
I nodded.
“I’ll go,” Lucian said. “When this settles, Lach and I can take turns with the three Boston brides.”
Nik’s tablet chimed, and my phone buzzed before I could answer.
Every head in the room turned toward me.
I pulled the phone out of my pocket.
The message was from Isabella.
I don’t think I have any more time to wait.
A second appeared before I finished reading the first.
He knows something. I don’t know what or how, but he’s keeping much closer tabs on me. One of his men was outside my apartment when I got home.
I started to speak when a third message filled the screen.
If you meant what you said, Lachlan, it has to be tonight.
Nik was already reading the messages on his tablet through the tracking app he’d installed on the phone we’d given her.
He gestured to Rory. “Move the extraction window up.”
Rory leaned forward. “How soon?”
Nik’s eyes swept the room as that cold, blank expression settled over his face.
“Tonight.”
