Page 33 of Lust
“Congratulations,” Daisy said.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Daisy confirmed. “I do not wish to hurt you, or your partner. I’m done with Julius.”
The news hit both Sloan and Liza like a slap to the face. They jerked. Blinked. And then squirmed uncomfortably. Wasn’t this what they’d wanted all this time?
Then why wasn’t Liza’s doubt assuaged?
It was that lust she felt… the needy kind. It was laced with something gritty Liza couldn’t put her finger on, only that it made her sick to the core.
Movement across the restaurant drew Sloan’s attention, and Liza followed her gaze, surprised to see Mary leave the private room and come striding over. Liza sent questioning eyes to her sister. Had she alerted Mary?
“Daisy.” Mary’s eyes glistened with hope. Her hands trembled as she reached over the table for Daisy, then snatched her hand back to her side. Instead, she slid in next to Sloan.
“She wants to talk,” Liza offered. “Said she’s done with Julius.”
“Then you need to come upstairs,Mija. We need complete privacy for this talk. It’s been a long time coming.”
Sloan shook her head. “No. We’re not inviting her into our homes. No fucking way. Wyatt would have a conniption.”
Sloan was a baby when they’d escaped the lab. She would have no memories of Daisy. But Liza did. She remembered a lot. She remembered how Daisy had trouble lying. How when she had to, she’d sweat. Liza also remembered how Daisy used to sing a song to calm their nerves before receiving a shot from the scientists. They owed it to let her speak.
She wasn’t sweating now.
“Give her a chance, Sloan.” Liza put her gloves on the table.
“Are you serious? It’s a trap.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Daisy offered. “About… where I’ve been working.”
Mary looked at Sloan. “What do you sense, Sloan?”
“Nothing. The woman has zero emotions.”
Or she was very good at hiding them. But Daisy hadn’t been able to conceal the lust she felt.
“Not all of them,” Liza added. “She wants this meeting with us. Bad.”
“Because she wants your DNA, Liza,” Sloan growled through clenched teeth.
Daisy shook her head. “They don’t need it anymore. They have enough.”
Another stab of pain in Liza’s gut had her doubled over. Sloan did the same. They met eyes with dread.
Deadly sin. Lots of it. Coming in fast.
Liza searched the restaurant and came up short, but then a ruckus exploded outside. Through Heaven’s windows, a disturbance grew on the street. White robed and masked soldiers flooded the sidewalk. People screamed in terror.
Sloan’s gaze landed on Daisy. “I hope you choke.”
Daisy’s eyes widened. “I didn’t bring them. I swear.”
Another curdling scream. Sloan hit the button on her wristwatch, triggering the alarm to every member of the Deadly Seven, then she launched out of the booth and bolted for the front door.
Liza gave Daisy a severe glance. “You say you didn’t bring them. Then prove it. Fight with us.”
Mary already had her cell phone out, but Liza didn’t stay to see who she called. She jogged to the front of the restaurant, pivoted, and held her CCPD badge out.
