“Yes, I’ve had enough nightmares.” I tuck my head into his neck, my feet dangling around his ankles. “You are a good brother. You were so young, and you did what you thought was the right thing. I’m grateful that I was able to be in Maddy’s life.”

“I love you, sister,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I say. He gently sets me back on the ground.

“Do not think we have forgotten you have been lying to us,” Laken says, narrowing his eyes. “How do you find these men to kill?” I slip my hands in my back pockets and turn.

“Saphira,” Bishop says.

I stop beside Kingston. “I have contacts who give me their information.”

“A contact?” Laken asks.

“Who?” Bishop demands, and King cups the back of my thigh, giving me courage.

“Bash has contacts,” I remind them.

“We aren’t talking about Bash. Who?” Bishop repeats.

“I do good work,” I stress.

“Saphira, honesty, remember,” Laken reminds me like a jerk.

“Heath.” They stare at me for two minutes before they are up. “He’s a good guy.”

“Heath?” Laken asks dangerously.

“The unknown shifter, Heath,” Bishop says, pacing to the door and back.

“He’s a good guy,” I say.

“Good guy,” Laken scoffs.

“Who else?” Bishop asks.

“What?” I widen my eyes innocently.

“You said contacts,” he says.

“Plural,” Laken points out.

“Ummm…” I slide my hand across Kingston’s shoulder, leaning close. “I’m safe.”

“You can’t guarantee that,” Laken says, and Bishop nods.

“Heath hooked me up with someone he works with,” I say lightly. “Quinn has gone to him for information and they trust him.”

“A name,” Laken grits out.

“I haven’t had the chance to talk to him and get his permission to reveal his name.” I feel Kingston tense and see Maverick lean forward.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bishop says.

“Baby, is it Shade?” Maverick asks.

“Yes,” I gasp. “How did you know?”

“Shit,” King growls.