Noah ’ s ex-girlfriend, right?”
“Exactly. Well…” she blew out a breath, her hand sliding across her tummy unconsciously as butterflies awoke with a vengeance inside of her. “Cyrus has recruited her to help find the rebel Neith. She ’ s with your Councilman as we speak.”
Tobe was silent for so long Eden finally looked over at her. Her blue eyes were narrowed with confusion. “Why would he do that to you? Surely he knows you ’ ll kick her ass if you ever see her again?”
“If you could see Teagan again… wouldn ’ t you want to do more than kick his ass for what happened to Mhairi?”
“I ’ d want to kill him,” she clarified. And then her eyes widened at Eden ’ s implication. “Eden, you can ’ t. She ’ s Neith.”
“That ’ s what everyone keeps saying.”
“I can ’ t believe Cyrus is doing this to you. Tempting you like this.”
“I think it has more to do with Darius than Cyrus.”
Tobe ’ s eyes widened. “Jeezo. The big guns huh? Well… I get why you ’ d want to kill her but you can ’ t.”
Eden smirked at that. Tobe – ever so very straightforward. She ’ d missed her. “I ’ m glad you ’ re talking to me again.”
Tobe grunted. “You kill Romany and I might be the only one talking to you.”
A throat clearing had them twisting around to look behind them. Cyrus stood in the doorway, a frown wrinkling his forehead. Obviously he ’ d heard that last sentence. Well… he can take that anyway he wants , Eden thought bitterly.
“I came to tell you the news,” he said quietly.
Eden tensed and felt Tobe ’ s eyes on her, as if she knew too that Eden wasn ’ t going to like this news… whatever it was.
“McLeish and Romany are on their way to the mansion. Noah just picked them up from the airport.”
It was like a cannon ball had fired right through her knocking a massive hole in her gut. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Crap,” Tobe whispered hoarsely.
Chapter Eleven
I ’ ll Always Have You
Everyone was already in the room with her. Eden could hear the rumble of Cyrus ’ rich, deep voice, McLeish ’ s distinctive Scottish brogue answering him. Adrenaline coursed through Eden and she glanced down at the dagger in her hand. When Cyrus had told her McLeish and Romany were on their way to the mansion, that Noah had been the one to pick them up, she ’ d felt something break inside. These people were supposed to care about her and yet they played nice with the person who had taken something so precious from her. The steel of the blade shone in the bright lights of the foyer, her thumb pressed against the now warm wooden handle. The knife was a punyal someone had left in the training room. Probably Emma. She had a thing for small daggers. Tobe had followed Cyrus out of the training room to join him waiting on her Councilman ’ s arrival and Eden had told them quietly that she ’ d be up in a minute. A minute had turned into forty minutes. Finally, pulling herself together, she ’ d moved to walk out of the training room. The punyal had caught her eye and without knowing what she had planned for it, Eden picked it up.
The sound of a familiar, hated voice caught hold of Eden and her chest constricted at the memories.
“Stellan!” She reached out for him, her eyes widening as the sword came towards the back of his head. “Stellan, noooo!” she screamed.
With only the memories controlling her, Eden yanked open the double doors to the main lounge, ignored the eyes that turned her way and searched the room for the owner of the voice. Like it was fated, Romany stood apart from everyone, her back pressed to the mini-bar. Eden flicked her wrist back, eyes blazing, and let loose the dagger. It spun with ferocious speed, whistling through the air, missing Romany by two inches before slicing through a bottle of scotch sitting on the shelves built into the walls behind her. The sound of breaking glass turned into yells and curses. Romany stood pale.
“Exactly. Well…” she blew out a breath, her hand sliding across her tummy unconsciously as butterflies awoke with a vengeance inside of her. “Cyrus has recruited her to help find the rebel Neith. She ’ s with your Councilman as we speak.”
Tobe was silent for so long Eden finally looked over at her. Her blue eyes were narrowed with confusion. “Why would he do that to you? Surely he knows you ’ ll kick her ass if you ever see her again?”
“If you could see Teagan again… wouldn ’ t you want to do more than kick his ass for what happened to Mhairi?”
“I ’ d want to kill him,” she clarified. And then her eyes widened at Eden ’ s implication. “Eden, you can ’ t. She ’ s Neith.”
“That ’ s what everyone keeps saying.”
“I can ’ t believe Cyrus is doing this to you. Tempting you like this.”
“I think it has more to do with Darius than Cyrus.”
Tobe ’ s eyes widened. “Jeezo. The big guns huh? Well… I get why you ’ d want to kill her but you can ’ t.”
Eden smirked at that. Tobe – ever so very straightforward. She ’ d missed her. “I ’ m glad you ’ re talking to me again.”
Tobe grunted. “You kill Romany and I might be the only one talking to you.”
A throat clearing had them twisting around to look behind them. Cyrus stood in the doorway, a frown wrinkling his forehead. Obviously he ’ d heard that last sentence. Well… he can take that anyway he wants , Eden thought bitterly.
“I came to tell you the news,” he said quietly.
Eden tensed and felt Tobe ’ s eyes on her, as if she knew too that Eden wasn ’ t going to like this news… whatever it was.
“McLeish and Romany are on their way to the mansion. Noah just picked them up from the airport.”
It was like a cannon ball had fired right through her knocking a massive hole in her gut. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Crap,” Tobe whispered hoarsely.
Chapter Eleven
I ’ ll Always Have You
Everyone was already in the room with her. Eden could hear the rumble of Cyrus ’ rich, deep voice, McLeish ’ s distinctive Scottish brogue answering him. Adrenaline coursed through Eden and she glanced down at the dagger in her hand. When Cyrus had told her McLeish and Romany were on their way to the mansion, that Noah had been the one to pick them up, she ’ d felt something break inside. These people were supposed to care about her and yet they played nice with the person who had taken something so precious from her. The steel of the blade shone in the bright lights of the foyer, her thumb pressed against the now warm wooden handle. The knife was a punyal someone had left in the training room. Probably Emma. She had a thing for small daggers. Tobe had followed Cyrus out of the training room to join him waiting on her Councilman ’ s arrival and Eden had told them quietly that she ’ d be up in a minute. A minute had turned into forty minutes. Finally, pulling herself together, she ’ d moved to walk out of the training room. The punyal had caught her eye and without knowing what she had planned for it, Eden picked it up.
The sound of a familiar, hated voice caught hold of Eden and her chest constricted at the memories.
“Stellan!” She reached out for him, her eyes widening as the sword came towards the back of his head. “Stellan, noooo!” she screamed.
With only the memories controlling her, Eden yanked open the double doors to the main lounge, ignored the eyes that turned her way and searched the room for the owner of the voice. Like it was fated, Romany stood apart from everyone, her back pressed to the mini-bar. Eden flicked her wrist back, eyes blazing, and let loose the dagger. It spun with ferocious speed, whistling through the air, missing Romany by two inches before slicing through a bottle of scotch sitting on the shelves built into the walls behind her. The sound of breaking glass turned into yells and curses. Romany stood pale.
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