“No.” I glance at Ramsey, noting that he looks sober for once. “Dom showed up.”
“Dom?” Dutch asks incredulously. “How the hell did he know you were there?”
“He put a tracker on Lexi,” I say.
“When the fuck did he manage that?” Dutch asks.
“At the restaurant that night with Franco,” I say, glancing at Ramsey again.
There’s something off about him. His hair is disheveled, his suit wrinkled as hell, but it’s more about the way he won’t meet my gaze. That, and he doesn’t look surprised in the least when I mention a tracker.
“What exactly happened between the two of you?” Dutch asks nervously.
“And where’s Lexi?” Mia demands. “Is she okay?”
“She’ll be fine.” Again, I try to form the words to tell them what Lexi’s done, but they won’t come. Clearing my throat, I explain, “I noticed Lexi missing so I went looking for her. I found her in my father’s office with Dom holding her captive. From the sound of it, he was demanding to know our plans. When she refused to tell him, he broke her arm.”
“Shit,” Dutch says.
“We’re going to kill that motherfucker,” Razor declares.
My voice is flat as I say, “I already did.”
“What!” Mia’s shriek echoes off the walls.
The others are completely silent. Most likely, they’re all playing through the scenarios of how fucked we are now.
“My wolf saw what he did to her, and I snapped.” I don’t have to explain more than that. Lexi’s my mate. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. And I’m not sure how to tell them about the rest of it yet.
“So, we failed,” Razor says quietly.
There’s no accusation in his voice, but the disappointment registers in all of them. I feel it too, but it’s overshadowed by Lexi’s deception.
Losing her eclipses everything else.
I blink, trying to shove down the worst of the pain, but it hovers there—backed into a corner and threatening to pounce. If I let it, it’ll consume me.
“Wait, my old man texted me to stay away,” Dutch says. Worry creases his brow. “Shit. They know something, don’t they?”
“My father and the generals walked in right after it happened,” I say, trying to focus on the conversation. “Apparently, the silent alarm was triggered right before Dom killed the guards. He and the generals came to check it out and found us standing over the asshole’s body.”
“Shit,” Crow mumbles.
“Is he going to tell Franco?” Ramsey asks.
“No, he agreed to cover it up,” I say, studying him. There’s sweat along his brow. I frown. “What’s wrong with you?”
He runs a hand through his already wild hair. “I need to tell you something.”
The others watch me carefully, clearly aware of something I’m not.
“What?” I ask, impatient.
“Lexi’s not… Ugh.” He grimaces like he’s in pain. “Do you have the hex blade?”
My wolf surges at the same time my muscles tense. “Why?”
Ramsey opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.