Page 64 of The Diávolos: Part Two
After several minutes, Eldora breaks the silence. “There’s another person who can shed more light on what happened to your mother. Iris lost contact with her a little while after she left the Sisterhood.”
My heartbeat jolts in my chest. “Who is it?”
“Lydia, your mother’s best friend.”
Thoughts of what my father did come rushing back and a visceral feeling settles in my stomach. As I struggle to make sense of it all, I wonder how someone who should have been a source of love and support could inflict so much pain. Resentment builds in my chest and, just like that, I decide three things for sure.
Evander and I are getting married.
My father must die for his sins.
And I have to find Lydia.
18
EVANDER
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can
do that.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr.
Igrab my phone and check the tracker on Angelica’s phone. She’s still at her father’s estate.
Timing wise, it isn’t the greatest. We’re supposed to go to the courthouse and get married tomorrow—the first step in our plan to take over her clan and shut down the Sisterhood. However, Angelica wanted to be the bigger person and inform her father that we were getting married, in the hopes of getting him on board and having him change his ways. I doubt it worked.
Me: Is everything okay?
Angelica’s response comes through seconds later.
Angel: Not really.
I hop off my chair, ready to rush over to her father’s estate. Last time she went home to talk to him, he ended up slapping her in the face. The thought of her reddened cheek and bruised lip still fills me with rage. Before I get the chance to leave, another message comes through.
Angel: My father left.
Me: Did he touch you?
My anxiety skyrockets as I wait for her response.
Angel: No, but I found out more info.
Me: About your mother?
Angel: Yes. And other stuff. We need to talk.
Me: I’m coming to get you.
Angel: No, it’s fine. Your driver can take me home.
Home.I smirk at my phone. She’s cracking already.
An hour or so later, Angelica steps out of the elevator. I’ve been impatiently waiting in the kitchen since her last text.
Angelica’s stare lingers on me when she catches sight of me, and a spark of attraction ignites in her gaze. A soft smile plays on her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “You clean up nice,” she says. I’m wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, the first few buttons left open.
I give her a little bow. “Thank you. I was thinking of wearing this to the courthouse tomorrow.”
