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“I don’t know!” I roar, losing the plot. “Was it?”
There’s a long silence on the other end of the line. When my mother finally speaks, her voice is cold and sharp as a blade.
“Listen to me very carefully, Torin. Unless you have proof that it was your father in that cottage, I want to hear no more about this. Are we clear?”
With that, she hangs up, leaving me staring at my phone in irritation.
I make my way back to the townhouse, my mind racing. When I enter, Bram and Tate look up expectantly.
“Well?” Bram asks. “What did she say?”
I run a hand through my hair. “Not much. She is either in denial it was Dad in the cottage, or she is covering up her involvement.”
Tate frowns. “Do you think she sent a separateassassin? When you spoke to your dad, he said someone was after him.”
I glare at him. His tone is off, like he is distracted or something.
“Something on your mind, arsehole?” I growl.
He blinks at my attitude. “Like what?”
“Blonde bitches, maybe?”
His eyes flash dangerously, which tells me all I need to know about that. “I see. If your head is up your arse over her, you need to step back.”
He takes a step forward and clenches his fist in my face. “Don’t fucking sideline me.”
“You are sidelining yourself,” I growl, beyond pissed off.
“Fuck you!”
“Go fuck yourself. You need to end whatever that shitshow is and focus on Poison. She is who we have decided we want, and we are going after her.”
“I’m not ending it,” he spits out.
“End it or else.”
“Or else what?”
He is on the verge of a major explosion, but I’m pushing his buttons for a reason. Something isn’t adding up, but I just can’t quite see past the trees to get to it. He is refusing to give up this girl, meanwhile he is quite happy to keep on fucking around with Poison…
The penny drops, and I groan inwardly as I realise what a fucking dumbfuck I’ve been all along.
We glare at each other, but I keep my face neutral.I don’t want him to know or even suspect that I’ve rumbled him and his little girlfriend—not until I have evidence.
“You know what,” I say, hands up. “Do what you want. I don’t give a fuck.”
I stalk off up to my room, cursing my slowness on this. I should’ve known the second I found him with his hand in her pussy that she was Poison. She is a shifter. The question is, why hasn’t he told us?
That is something I intend to find out.
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I makeit back to the house and slip inside, grateful to find it empty. My mind is still reeling from everything that just happened. I need a shower and some time to think.
As the hot water washes over me, I try to piece together the events at the cottage. Who was that woman? Why was Walcott already mostly dead? And what the hell is Torin playing at, putting out a hit on his own father?
