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“I’m not going to tell you again,” Damien growls. “Mind your fucking business.”

Christian squares up and I can’t believe they brought this silly little battle here. “And Jo’s your business?” Christian asks, Damien a few inches over his head. “No wonder King Financial is crumbling.”

Shit, shots fucking fired.

“I am so pleased you came to meet with me, Cindy.”

My body stiffens, Damien glancing at the door. I know that French accent.

Marion.

All three of us freeze before we’re all scrambling into the small bathroom. Papers fly, shuffling everywhere but I make sure to grab that police report before I’m sandwiched between two strong chests.

“Oh, Damien parks here when he’s going off with my daughter and their friends. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” Cindy’s voice is louder now, and I can hear the jiggling of the office door.

Damien’s in front of me, blocking our path to the window, my tits pressed to his chest. Christian’s behind me, his crotch pressed to my ass. “We should go,” I whisper but Damien brings a finger to his lips. I can feel both their hearts beating against my back and my chest. And I can feel something hard on either side. It’s making my skin clammy, giving me goosebumps, and it’s making me very aware of the King triangle I’ve created.

“There is a lot on my mind, Cindy.” Marion’s voice is closer now too but Damien won’t move. I hope Cindy doesn’t have to use the bathroom anytime soon. If she finds us in here, I’m dead.

“He spends way too much time with that girl, he’s too close!” Cindy says in her bored drawl fit for Eden. “He’s grieving like a washed-up rockstar and that’s going to interfere with my investments. Edwin’s campaign won’t survive any scandals or any more downfalls. There’s no way he’s taking his father’s company and you’re the perfect replacements, considering our arrangement.”

“Parfait. You leave Damien to me,” Marion says.

Cindy laughs a haughty laugh. “Well, I’m happy to have you on board. Is it cold in here?”

My eyes widen at the news but Damien finally moves, climbing outside the window. Christian helps me through but by the time my feet touch the ground, Damien’s already gone.

“Shit, that’s heavy,” Christian says once he’s beside me. He pulls the window closed before he leads me out of sight, taking me around to the parking lot. His Jag sits next to where Damien’s Lambo was and how the hell did he leave so quickly? “You alright?”

I don’t even know how to answer that, the cold seeping into my bones when I realize Damien’s gone. Again.

Let’s recap what I found out in the last hour.

One: the copy of the police report means I can confirm my parents’ death wasn’t an accident like I thought for the last decade.

Two: Damien’s aunt is in cahoots with Cindy to take over King Financial.

To be honest, I’m not too bothered by Marion trying to take over King’s company. She’s right. I can’t imagine someone like Damien handling a business. He can hardly handle himself. But that doesn’t have me half as shook as learning what I know about my folks.

It was a plan.

Someone wanted to kill them.

Did they want to kill me too? Willow?

I’m starting to think having the Archibalds as my foster parents is a blessing. If it wasn’t for them, I would never have known this mystery unravelling in Eden. The biggest mystery of my life.

“Jo?”

The words slip from my mouth, “Someone killed my parents.”

And I’m going to find out who.

Ten

“You sure about this?” I ask.

Looking up at the ginormous home, I’m starting to second-guess my decision.

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