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“That’s not a bad idea. What if there was a fourth at some point? We could ask the guys. They would know unless it was before they were born.”

“Okay,” I say. It’s a plan which is more than I have. Thank god.

“Over there,” Willow says, pointing over my shoulder.

I follow her finger and see Hate frowning fiercely at some guy who’s cowering before him.

I open my mouth to ask her what the hell she’s talking about but snap it closed when she pushes through the crowd. Now I’m curious so I follow her.

As we go, she pulls out her phone, shakes her head and presses ignore. Is Ramsay calling her?

Great. I hope the damn Sinners don’t show up, or maybe I do because the sick twisted part of me wants Oliver to come busting through those doors, worried about me. Gah.

Hate’s brows lower menacingly when he spots Willow through the crowd. I shiver despite the heat of the crush because this dude is not someone to mess with.

As soon as we’re within speaking distance he barks, “What the fuck do you want?”

Wide eyed, I glance at Willow, but she seems unaffected and grudgingly I admit, she’s got balls.

“Don’t be a dick. You owe me,” she says.

“I don’t owe you shit,” he grumbles but surprisingly, he’s softened if you can call the downgrade from a scowl to a glare, such.

How does she know Hate? Should I be wary?

Hate stalks away and Willow follows. Since I’m intensely curious, I do too.

Once we’re against the wall, he sees me, and his scowl reappears. “This better not be about her.”

Okay. Dick. Smiling stiffly, I lift one shoulder and his eyes narrow.

“Listen, fucker, some freak is gunning for her—“ Willow says.

“Yeah, because she won’t leave well enough alone,” he growls.

Raising her palms, she leans in. “Okay, I get it. But it’s too late for what ifs, now we have to know who the fuck it is.”

“You want answers, you know what to do!”

Her shoulders drop and she sucks in a breath. My heart sinks to my toes but I cover my mouth when she says, “Fine.”

“Willow—“ I whisper but she shrugs me off. “You want to know, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but…not like this.” I don’t know what secrets she’s keeping but I do know that trading them away makes her vulnerable and the thought leaves me more than unsettled.

“It’s fine. We have to do this, Penny. We need to know.”

I slowly nod, overcome by her passion. She smiles and pats my hand before pulling Hate away. I watch them go, sagging against the wall. For the first time, I feel like maybe someone is in my corner, although I remind myself that this is for Maeve too.

She hasn’t mentioned any threats but that means squat because as far as I know she hasn’t left Ramsay’s house since turning in her dad.

Well, until now I guess because a kerfuffle breaks out by the door and I look up to find her, Diem, and Ramsay stalking through the entrance.

Ramsay looks none too pleased especially when he meets my gaze across the way. Raising my chin, I dip it toward the back, and he nods before pushing through the throng.

I refuse to admit my disappointment that Oliver didn’t come with them. I have to figure out a way to let this infantile feeling go. Oliver isn’t the one for me. Shit he as much as admitted he’s not interested in love.

Willow appears by my side, and I blanch when I see her face. Whatever color was there before is now gone and her pretty eyes are dilated.

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