Page 76 of Warrior

“You don’t know anything about your brother’s investigation at Olympus, do you?”

She gives me alook. “You know I can’t say.”

“Family dinner discussions? Anything?”

“I’m sorry, Artemis.”

I sigh. “Okay. Thanks.” I tuck the folder under my arm and head out, taking my coffee with me. In the hall, I flip open the pages and scan the warrant. It granted the sheriff’s office access to Bow & Arrow’s hard drives, including but not limited to: point-of-sale systems, accounting systems, office computers and phone lines, and identification scanners.

Weird.

I keep skimming, all the way to the bottom line, signed by a judge.

Justice Marcus Graves.

My heart sinks.

Graves… as in, Wesley Graves? As in—the fallen leader of the Titans, who went by the name Kronos.

Things just got a bit murkier.

There might not be a connection. Itcouldbe coincidence…

But there are a whole lot of reasons a potential relative of the man who drove Sterling Falls to war might want to see the whole city burn.

I’ve cometo two conclusions: Gabriel is goingdown, and heroin is no fucking joke. It’s been a week since I caved, and I’m feeling it. Everything hurts. Seriously, everything. Myhairhurts. How does that even happen?

The guys—Reese, Saint, Kade—have so far left me alone. Saint is probably still freaked out from me needing him to hold me. Reese is watching me with hawk eyes, still not one hundred percent sold on my lie. And Kade… well, Kade can fuck off.

I’m lying in the bathtub, fully clothed, when the fucker enters.

The water has gone cold. Actually, I’m not sure it was ever warm. My teeth chatter. They hurt, too, for the record.

“What are you doing?” Kade asks.

I glare up at him. “What do you mean, what am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?”

I’m fighting the urge to slip under the water and drown myself. That might be more pleasant than the shitstorm wreaking havoc on my body.

He squats beside the tub and dips his fingers in the water. Instantly, his mild concern deepens. “This is ice-cold.”

“It’s lukewarm.”

“You’re shivering,” he points out.

I shrug.

Let’s backtrack to Gabriel, and how the son of a bitch is going down. I’ve been contemplating this for a while, but with no true leads, no idea of his motivations, I’m stuck.

There’s one avenue I could explore, but I hesitate to venture down it. It would probably result in him going absolutely bananas, and I’m not sure I’d survive that. Although it sure is tempting…

No, no. That will remain on the back burner until I’m even more desperate. If such a place exists.

He has to go down in some other way. Like… well, maybe not murder. Imprisonment?

Shit, I can’t do that to him. It would be what he deserves, but it’s kind of like putting someone back in the trauma that made them this way.

Well, notkind of like. Itis.

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