“Don’t let me find you in a pathetic situation.”
And with that, he gets in the car. Within seconds, he’s gone.
I’m left standing there, confused, disoriented, and slightly unsteady.
Something’s off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
It’s clear that Emmett needs my help with something. He even went so far as to threaten me, but then at the crucial point he gave me an option to back out?
Is this the new working model for villains these days? What’s happening?
“Miss Irving, this way please,” a slightly accented voice says.
I look up to see the rear door of the black SUV wide open, waiting for me.
On jelly legs, I walk to the car and then I pause.
“You must be…?”
“Ty, ma’am.”
“Ty,” I say, sounding out his name. “Please call me Ivy.”
“No, ma’am. My life would end if I do that.”
“Huh?”
“It’s nice to meet you,” he says instead, but I’m hung up on his previous words. I think he was serious too.
“Nice to meet you as well, but why do you look so familiar?” I ask.
“I’ve been with the young master for years, ma’am.”
Young master?
Must be referring to Emmett’s hidden side. The side no one can find unless he himself wants people to find it.
“Whenever you are ready,” Ty says politely with his seemingly worldly eyes that see everything.
Wait… why does he look so much like the other guy who opened the car door for Emmett just now? Except that guy has a huge scar across his face.
“Twins.”
“What?”
“We’re twins,” Ty says. “I’m older. Kai, that huge, ugly scarred brute is younger by several hours.”
I smile. Ty actually looks like he’s the younger of the two. Tall and lanky with an easygoing smile. Definitely less stoic than his brother.
“Do you read minds too?” I joke.
“In a way, ma’am. Trick of the trade.”
Hmmm, I bet when working for Emmett Easton, one has to be more than perceptive.
I bet there’s more to this.
I get in the car and then Ty waits. I realize then that he’s waiting for me to tell him where we’re going, so I fish out my phone and recite the address Jackson gave me.