TWENTY-SEVEN
HARRY WAS YELLING.
What he was saying…? She had no idea.
Her ears were still ringing.
Thank God Styx was driving. In her father’s current mood, with his current level of wrath, they’d probably be pulled over for speeding and reckless driving. Which wouldn’t be good for whoever stopped them. Yes, Styx was the bare-handed killer, but who taught him how to be that way? The man gesturing and shouting, conveying his point without any finesse.
Tuning back in, she couldn’t process what was going on or what would happen next.
“What were you thinking?” her father yelled at Styx. “I said not without direct orders. I did not give you orders.”
“I saw the chance, I took it,” Styx retorted. “It’s done now. What do you want me to say? I can’t take it back! It’s done!”
Her father’s ja
