Page 65 of Feed Your Fiends

“I think I’m starting to believe you. Maybe there was something about Jarett…something I can’t see through my hatred.”

Why isn’t she questioning me about Jarett’s sudden pop-up? She knows my father was hunting him the same way I hunted and lured her to Beaulieu with a fake scholarship. But my baby’s smart. She must be connecting the dots…but she isn’t asking.

Now look who’s keeping secrets.

“Jarett didn't have anything Madame could possibly want,” she says, shaking her head, and the long tips of her hair tickle my arms. “I’d bet my life on that.”

“Don’t ever say that.” I squeeze her tighter.

She gazes down at me, startled. “It’s just a figure of speech.”

“I don’t like it. Not coming from your lips.”

Another silent moment.

“The physiotherapist and therapist are coming to see you today. And every day until we return to Beaulieu.”

She’s about to argue, but then she relents.

“I want to dance again,” she says finally. “Whatever it takes…and I want to find out what Madame wanted from Jarett. Maybe it’s not something he did or didn’t do, had or didn’t have. Maybe it’s not something of his own merit but something by association.”

“Like what?”

She deflates a bit, but something…something tells me my baby has an inkling.

“I don’t know. Maybe Madame saw something in Jarett that she related to her past? To a time in her life before Bart Auclair and the lifestyle that comes with him?” She shakes her head. “I’m just rambling.”

No, I think she’s precisely on track.

“Bart thinks that the missing link is this first prince.”

She gasps and damn near falls from my lap, but I grip her ass and resettle her on my cock. “You don’t think that, do you? That we could share a sibling through Jarett and Marisol?”

“I think it's a possibility.”

“But that would change everything between us.”

I love the panic, the fear in her tone.

“It would change nothing. Just look at Aria and Etienne.”

“They’re step-siblings. They don’t share blood.”

“Neither would we. Not with each other, anyway. Besides, this prince is nothing to either one of us. His blood connection to our parents doesn’t change that overnight. The horsemen are more of my brothers than this stranger could ever be.”

“You mean like Hale, whose club you tried to destroy?”

“You still remember that?” I drawl, and before she can answer, my phone buzzes.

Normally, I’d ignore it. Elle’s on top of me, so who else do I need? But then I remember who she’d just brought up, old Haley and how I’d dodged him all week. Begrudgingly, I pull my phone from my pocket.

“Beaussip?” she groans.

Given all the shit that went down last night, I’d expected a blast from her too, but surprisingly, it isn’t Beaussip.

The name, Delphine, rolls across the screen. My aunt. She’s been calling me all damn break and every break, for two years.

“Who’s Delphine?”

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