Page 28 of Queen of Blades

“I’m not sure if you remember my brother, Eddie,” Paul introduced as he carried several of the sacks toward the kitchen.

Oh! Now she recalled him. Eddie worked in the laundromat’s basement with them years ago. They’d barely spoken then, so it wasn’t her fault for forgetting him. Also, he was in on the plot to kill her. She wasn’t sorry about it.

Lifting a bag, still wearing quite the endearing smile, he extended his arm toward Harper. “For you.”

Eyeing him skeptically, she made no move to take it. “What is it?”

“Clothes,” he said. “I mean, you could keep walking around in Paul’s shirt, but I thought you might want to change occasionally.”

Narrowing her eyes, she snatched the bag from him. “Exactly how long am I staying here?” she called over her shoulder to Paul.

“Don’t know,” he shouted back at her.

Great.

Opening the sack, she sifted through the contents. Oversized T-shirts, some leggings, socks, and panties. Even sneakers. “How did you know my size?”

Eddie shrugged. “Memory, I guess.”

She arched a brow in his direction.

“Paul told me what to get.” He chuckled.

As he walked past her, she turned and followed him into the kitchen, where Paul was filling the refrigerator.

“What’s the plan?” she demanded.

“Kill you,” Paul said flatly.

“Then why go through all this trouble?”

“I haven’t decided how,” he quipped.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes. Her growing exasperation with this situation had about reached its limit.

Eddie snickered as he opened a cabinet and tucked away boxes and cans. “Seriously, though, we need to talk.”

Closing the fridge, Paul sighed and leaned against a counter. He turned his steely gaze on his brother.

Eddie’s eyes skimmed over Paul’s chest, and he lifted his brows. “What happened there?” He gestured to the gash in Paul’s side.

“It’s nothing,” Paul dismissed.

Eddie’s gaze drifted over to Harper.

She smirked and lifted her chin defiantly. “I fight back.”

Eddie nodded. “Good for you. I didn’t think you’d take this bullshit lying down.”

Going farther into the kitchen, she dropped the clothing bag on the edge of the counter and studied Paul’s brother. “What doyouknow about it?”

He blew out a breath and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Not much. There’s a very hefty bounty on your head, and a lot of people want to cash in.”

“Who set it?” she asked.

“Don’t know,” Eddie answered nonchalantly before turning his attention back to Paul. “The shit hit the fan a bit ago.”

“About what?” Paul asked.

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