Spyder called out, “Ava?”
She turned back, brow c****d. “Yeah.”
“I don’t deserve your help, so thank you.”
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for your brother and for Jessie.”
Before he could reply, she walked off. Silence fell heavily over the Council until Mars broke it by stating, “Well, that’s that sorted.”
Spyder frowned. “It is?”
Chris snorted. “Once Ava’s on the case, Anthony Varelli is screwed.”
“Really?” The hope in the guy’s voice was painful to hear.
“Really,” Chris told him softly. It was hard to be kind when he could still see the bastard’s face yesterday, hear his tone of voice as he threatened Chris’s mate, but family was the only decent thing a man had in his life. If he didn’t stand up for his loved ones, what kind of jackass was he?
Chris had to respect the
