My eyes return to Domino, but he’s no longer looking at the screen.
He’s peering at one person among the vast crowd.
I can only follow his gaze until it lands on the only person I didn’t suspect could pull off this brilliant, ruthless fuckery.
Sweet.
Precious.
Gem.
She’s staring at the screen, looking as baffled and dazed at the murder happening in real-time, but there’s something about her transfixed gaze that pulls me.
That rings every alarm in my mind because I finally see it.
The twinkle of euphoria.
She doesn’t catch onto the way her corners lift ever so slightly. The lines of pride etched into her flawless face. The alluring joy that manifests in the root of those smokey blues that reflect her real emotions.
Victory.
That’s when I realized one missing thing.
Hannah’s not here.
“Zander,” I whisper and pull my eyes away to see him doing the same to look my way. “Get to Evangeline.Now.”
Our Ruthless Maiden isn’t in trouble with me.
I’ve never been so fucking proud of anyone in my life. Not even myself.
Our Daring Queen just did the first of her kind.
Destroyed another Ruthless King with the best move on the chessboard.
Checkmate.
35
SUMMONING OF RUTHLESS DECREE
~MATTEO~
“Matteo, you’re going to lose your fucking arm if you don’t stay still.”
“I don’t give a fucking hoot,” I snap, ignoring the numbing agony of my arm, panicking for once in my life.
We can’t find Precious.
Zander isn’t answering his phone.
Hannah is unreachable.
At this rate, I have no choice but to resort to other options as we run down the halls, which are jam-packed with fans, petrified at what they witnessed.
Using my left hand, I quickly dial a special number, and the phone rings three times.
“Should I be surprised you’re calling because those theatrics on national television were the most sinister thing you’ve ever done?” I growl in irritation at Theo’s voice. “To your little brother at that.”