up.”
Downstairs she stepped into the parlor and
tossed the pants to Kane, who grunted something that may have been
thanks. Then she walked to where Nico lay unconscious on the sofa.
Rheana followed with a bowl of water and cloth. Blood and dirt
coated one side of his head and she started to wash it off.
“He got this far and passed out,” she offered
in explanation to Kane, who was pacing now that he was dressed.
The cool water on his skin roused Nico and he
lurched to a sitting position, his eyes searching the room. When he
saw Kane, he gulped and paled. Calista wondered at the stricken
look on his face when he watched Rheana dip the cloth back into the
water and lift it to him.
“Kane,” he said, a voice a mere croak. “I’m
sorry they got me.” He looked at the ceiling. “Isadora?”
Alarm ran through her and she exchanged a
look with Rheana. Why was he asking about Izzy?
“I’ll go,” she told her sister and ran from
the room.
After taking the stairs two at a time, she
sprinted down the hall and rushed into Isadora’s room, Kane on her
heels. It was empty, the bed rumpled, and no sign of her anywhere.
Kane cursed under his breath, sounding angry but not surprised.
“Fuck.”
She whirled around to face him. He’d been
hiding something from her last evening. She’d assumed it was a job
he knew she’d go after, a job that would put them in competition
again.
“I asked you earlier what was going on. Later
is now.”
“Yeah. Downstairs.”
He turned and left. She stood there another
minute, looking around her sister’s room until her stomach knotted.
Had her dangerous life finally followed her home? Had her craving
for excitement harmed her sister? Grinding her teeth, she spun on
her heel and stalked out.
Kane was waiting for her and two more men had
joined them. One looked so much like him he had to be a brother or
other close relative. She glared at them both. She couldn’t believe
she’d been sleeping with him for two years and didn’t know he had a
brother. The men hadn’t been standing near Kane when she walked in
but as the tension built, they both shifted closer to him as if he
needed protection. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Like that was even remotely possible.
“Talk,” she ordered and watched as one of the
men cringed at her tone and the other grinned.
She arched her eyebrows. “And you could start
with who your friends are.”
Kane’s lips twisted in a rueful grin. “I
didn’t want to do it this way.”
“Too late, huh?” She decided to skip over the
newcomer’s identities. “Where’s my sister?”
“Best guess?” Kane asked.
She nodded and Rheana looked up sharply from
where she was stitching Nico’s cut.
“Ouch.”
“Keep whining and it’ll hurt worse,” Rheana
answered. Nico shut up.
“Best guess,” Calista prodded, dreading the
response.
“General Tobias sent three people after
her.”
She ground her back molars, holding in the
scream threatening to burst forth. Rheana carefully put down the
needle she held and stood.
“Calista,” she cautioned softly.
They ignored everyone else in the room,
remembering Tobias, remembering the explosion he’d caused that
killed their parents.
“I’m going to kill him. I should have done it
years ago,” Calista said.
She expected Rheana to argue, to try to sway
her to be cautious. They’d had the argument many times over the
years. But she didn’t, she watched her until the seconds stretched
into an eternity. The clock ticked them off loudly in the room and
finally Rheana nodded.
“We’ll do it together,” Rheana answered.
“No!” Kane and Nico chorused. Nico even
lurched to his feet, holding one arm out to steady himself and one
to the side of his head.
Calista just shook her head. “Stay here with
Nico,” she told her sister. “He’s obviously hurt worse than we
thought if he thinks he can order you around. Besides I can move
faster alone.”
Her stomach knotted in
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