Page 95 of Enthrall Climax
Barret refused to look at him. “I hit my head when I fell.”
“Did she attack you?” asked Shay with an eerie calmness. He knew tempers were close to flaring.
“We saw this woman by the pool,” Barret explained. “Mia approached her and spoke with her for a few seconds. I couldn’t stop it. She asked her to call you—” He looked straight at me.
“She needed my help.” I let that sink in for Henry.
“That woman followed us back.” Barret glared at each one of us. “The bitch tasered me. How are those things even legal?”
“What did she look like?” snapped Henry.
“I don’t know,” said Barret. “She sounded French.”
I scrolled through Google images on my phone until I found a photo of Helete at a fundraiser and then showed it to him. “This her?”
“Yeah.”
I glanced at Shay. “Helete.”
“So Mia’s fine, right?” asked Barret. “The woman thought she was doing her a favor?”
“Let’s hope she was,” seethed Shay. He was staring at me in horror.
“Well, that’s good,” said Henry. “At least you know her.”
Dragging my hands over my face, I tried to think of where Helete would take her. Our last exchange hadn’t been cordial, and though Lance had proven he was dangerous, I wasn’t sure how far Helete would want to push me.Punish me.Mia hadn’t run from her, which was probably due to the relief she must have felt after being saved from a thug.
“Find Helete,” I ordered.
Henry pushed to his feet. “She sounds like a well-meaning friend.”
Shay turned to Henry. “Why didn’t you let Mia keep her phone?”
“Because she needed time to decompress.” Henry replied briskly. “Who is this Helete?”
I scowled at him. “What were you thinking?”
He moved closer. “Call your friend and ask her where they are.”
I closed my eyes in frustration.
He turned to Shay. “What?”
Shay swapped a wary glance with me. “The Dionysus Club?”
“What club?” Henry frowned my way.
“Not now, Henry.” I glared back.
Shay gestured for us to leave. “I’m sure it’s fine.” Though he was saying that for Henry’s sake.
I pointed to Barret. “See a doctor. Get an EKG.”
He looked surprised. “Why?”
“You were hit by 50,000 volts.”
“Is that bad?”
