“That arrogant son of a b***h!” She spat the words and paced away from me. Her shoulders were so tight, she could probably pop a kernel of popcorn between them.
“I know, Leigh, but he’s following orders.”
“Yeah, well, his orders suck. I can’t stand being cooped up like this, and what’s the point?”
“They haven’t found the killer, Leigh, and you know that. This is for Brielle’s safety.” Shay’s calm tone belied her own unease, though I could see it in the lines of her jaw, how stiffly she held herself now. She had a thing about enclosed spaces, and the charming room was beginning to close in on all of us.
Something had to give, and Leigh’s rants weren’t accomplishing anything because Gael was too loyal to Kane.
No, a change had to come from the top, which meant I had to put my foot down.
