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respond, Drake held up a finger, “There’s a good chance you won’t live past tomorrow. I’m sorry for that, too. Not that your life is so close to ending, but that it will end without you ever learning how incredible your sister is.”
Cameron’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, Drake turned his back on him, reached down and took my hand in his and began walking toward the elevator. His hand pulled me to follow, but my feet were planted. I looked over my shoulder at Cameron. I couldn’t leave him like this. I had to warn him about Zandra – about what she was capable of. If he had drawn a line in the sand, he needed to know who he had pledged his allegiance to.
I didn’t want Cameron to die. Truth be told I didn’t want Zandra to die, either. I’d made my stand for the Lost Herd because I didn’t want anyone to die over something stupid. If I turned my back and followed Drake to the elevator, I knew I’d never forgive myself.
Drake grew frustrated with my delay and tugged my hand a little harder, again – my body wouldn’t follow. “No. I can’t, Drake.” I let go of his hand and ran to Cameron, throwing my arms around him like a vice grip. His hands acted as a barrier trying to push me away. I clung to Cameron as if my life depended on it – knowing full well that his might. I was close to his ear as I pleaded, “Please don’t be there tomorrow. Take a bus tour. Go whale watching. See the lions in Kruger National Park. Get lost in the city – anything. Just don’t be at the Council meeting, okay?”
Cameron reached around the back of his neck and forcibly pulled my hands apart, freeing himself from my grip. He brought both my arms in front of him, holding them out straight so I couldn’t make a move to try to embrace him again. His voice was slow and angry, “I’ll be there tomorrow, right by Grandma’s side. I don’t make idle threats. I don’t care if we shared a womb – if you show up, you’re dead.” He pushed my outstretched arms back at me the way someone would throw a snake. I stumbled backwards a couple steps, more from the surprise of his reaction than the force of his shove.
Cameron turned away from me and addressed the enforcer who remained just behind him. “C’mon Quinton. We better get back before they send in a search party.”
I was too stunned to move, or to react, or even to think.
“Not so fast, son.” My eyes clouded but I refused to let a single tear fall. Through my blurry vision I saw Will blocking Cameron and Quinton’s egress. Behind him stood Beau, Bart, and Ben. “Zandra is not your only family. She’s manipulating you.”
“Manipulating me by protecting me? Manipulating me by offering her best guard to protect me?” All eyes went to the enforcer he’d called Quinton. The enforcer’s eyes darted between Drake and my other brothers. I wondered if Quinton had shared with Cameron that he’d already gone up against us, and even with surprise on his side had lost miserably.
Will strode confidently toward Cameron. “You need answers. Unfortunately, you haven’t asked any of the right questions.”
“Really? And what questions haven’t I asked?”
“You blame your sister for all your possessions being destroyed. Ask your enforcer there,” Will’s finger pointed directly at Quinton, “what happened to your house. He was there when it happened.”
Cameron shot a doubtful look in Quinton’s direction. “What’s he talking about?”
Quinton narrowed his brow, his lips pressed together tightly, but he remained silent. Still steps away from Cameron, he made no effort to answer the question.
Cameron’s interest was piqued. “Quinton, what’s he talking about? Were you at my house when she trashed it?”
Nothing. Quinton didn’t speak one word in his own defense. Will didn’t relent. “Enforcers swear an integrity oath when
Cameron’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, Drake turned his back on him, reached down and took my hand in his and began walking toward the elevator. His hand pulled me to follow, but my feet were planted. I looked over my shoulder at Cameron. I couldn’t leave him like this. I had to warn him about Zandra – about what she was capable of. If he had drawn a line in the sand, he needed to know who he had pledged his allegiance to.
I didn’t want Cameron to die. Truth be told I didn’t want Zandra to die, either. I’d made my stand for the Lost Herd because I didn’t want anyone to die over something stupid. If I turned my back and followed Drake to the elevator, I knew I’d never forgive myself.
Drake grew frustrated with my delay and tugged my hand a little harder, again – my body wouldn’t follow. “No. I can’t, Drake.” I let go of his hand and ran to Cameron, throwing my arms around him like a vice grip. His hands acted as a barrier trying to push me away. I clung to Cameron as if my life depended on it – knowing full well that his might. I was close to his ear as I pleaded, “Please don’t be there tomorrow. Take a bus tour. Go whale watching. See the lions in Kruger National Park. Get lost in the city – anything. Just don’t be at the Council meeting, okay?”
Cameron reached around the back of his neck and forcibly pulled my hands apart, freeing himself from my grip. He brought both my arms in front of him, holding them out straight so I couldn’t make a move to try to embrace him again. His voice was slow and angry, “I’ll be there tomorrow, right by Grandma’s side. I don’t make idle threats. I don’t care if we shared a womb – if you show up, you’re dead.” He pushed my outstretched arms back at me the way someone would throw a snake. I stumbled backwards a couple steps, more from the surprise of his reaction than the force of his shove.
Cameron turned away from me and addressed the enforcer who remained just behind him. “C’mon Quinton. We better get back before they send in a search party.”
I was too stunned to move, or to react, or even to think.
“Not so fast, son.” My eyes clouded but I refused to let a single tear fall. Through my blurry vision I saw Will blocking Cameron and Quinton’s egress. Behind him stood Beau, Bart, and Ben. “Zandra is not your only family. She’s manipulating you.”
“Manipulating me by protecting me? Manipulating me by offering her best guard to protect me?” All eyes went to the enforcer he’d called Quinton. The enforcer’s eyes darted between Drake and my other brothers. I wondered if Quinton had shared with Cameron that he’d already gone up against us, and even with surprise on his side had lost miserably.
Will strode confidently toward Cameron. “You need answers. Unfortunately, you haven’t asked any of the right questions.”
“Really? And what questions haven’t I asked?”
“You blame your sister for all your possessions being destroyed. Ask your enforcer there,” Will’s finger pointed directly at Quinton, “what happened to your house. He was there when it happened.”
Cameron shot a doubtful look in Quinton’s direction. “What’s he talking about?”
Quinton narrowed his brow, his lips pressed together tightly, but he remained silent. Still steps away from Cameron, he made no effort to answer the question.
Cameron’s interest was piqued. “Quinton, what’s he talking about? Were you at my house when she trashed it?”
Nothing. Quinton didn’t speak one word in his own defense. Will didn’t relent. “Enforcers swear an integrity oath when
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