TWELVE
“TELL ME!” The masculine shout startled her awake. In the darkness, it took a second to orient herself. “I want the f*****g truth.”
That snarl wasn’t in the room, it wasn’t there with her. Where was she? The hotel. Zeus. Merrill.
“Daire,” she said, leaping out of bed.
Instinct took her to the door, but she paused before opening it. If Daire was shouting, there was an argument, anger. Was it directed at Zeus? She couldn’t imagine him losing his cool with an underling like that.
“We did what we thought was best.” Garrick. That was Garrick’s voice, she tipped her ear toward the door. “H said if you wanted to know, you’d ask. We simply didn’t volunteer the information.”
“You think you get out of this on a technicality? You sent my mother to p********e herself with that scumbag, fr
