“Asshole knew,” Maverick says.
“Clue us in,” Bishop says.
“Shade has been in our lives for years,” King says.
“What?” I sit heavily next to him, his hand sliding away.
“He sent us here,” Mav says, shaking his head. “He told us to be outside of the club. He wouldn’t say why. Our missions come from him. He’s known our mom for years. We didn’t know he works with Heath or Quinn.”
“Fucker, he knew more about everyone here than we did. We were following his direction.” He pulls out his phone. “He knew there were dragons here. He said he had a hunch Saphira was our mate.” He puts the phone to his ear and it rings and rings.
“Who is he? Is he a shifter?” Laken asks.
“Even though he shared more with us and Saphira, we can’t talk about his story,” Maverick says.
“You’ve been killing men, alone, with the information from two men who we don’t know what their animal is,” Laken says. “Is that right?”
“I’ve been safe,” I repeat weakly.
“Safe,” Bishop mumbles.
“I want to talk to Shade,” Laken says.
“He’s not answering,” King says, putting his phone down.
“What else?” Bishop asks.
“What do you mean?” I twist my hands together.
“What happened tonight?” Laken asks, crossing his arms.
“Someone I dated came into the club,” I reply.
“Kingston lit his hair on fire,” Maverick adds.
“He deserved it,” Kingston says.
Laken’s lips twitch. “I’m sure.”
“Ryker was annoyed,” I mention.
“Serves him right,” Bishop says. “He knew what you were doing.”
“He lectured me, though,” I defend. “He told me I should have backup.”
“He’s right.” Bishop is back to glaring.
“We don’t want you hurt ever again,” Laken says.
“You haven’t seen her power,” Kingston mutters.
“You have?” Laken asks.
Shit. “I promise to always take my mates. Or Roxanne,” I offer.
Bishop’s hands land on his hips, and he drops his head back. “Is there more?”
“Uh…” I look at Kingston and then Maverick. “Maybe you should sit down.”