Page 73 of All Saints Day
“I won't hand over my parents' life's work to the White Knight!” Then Louise shrieks, fixing me with a wild stare.
While her outburst initially puts me slightly off balance, I have to remember that according to Lowry, one of Louise's main motivations is still her need for vengeance against the White Knight.
Susan digs in her heels, preparing for a fight.
“I told you, Louise, I will deliver him to you on a silver platter. All you have to do is cooperate.”
“You've made it pretty clear that you'll never give up Frank Stone,” Louise challenges.
It was as if the phantom hand of Louise that stroked theoutermost shell of my subconscious through the mating bond closed its fingers into a fist and began knocking against the surface in a wordless plea for me to make my interjection.
The words spring forth from me, a powerful bark without warning. “I am not the White Knight!”
It's the first time she’s seen me make the denial in front of Susan, who stares at me—bewildered.
Louise reacts with the appropriate appearance of earth-shattering shock.
Lowry glares at me hatefully, but I rush to assure her.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? If the only reason she isn't spilling the beans is because she thinks that I plugged her parents, shouldn't we tell her the truth?”
“Shut up! Just shut up!” Lowry hisses, unable to take back my words.
Louise lets out another high, eerie giggle.
“Ohh, Susan, by the way, I meant to ask, where's Eddie? I lost track of him when the boys picked me up last time. It got a little hectic on our way out.”
Susan bares her teeth, pushing me out of the way so that she can stand face to face with Louise.
My stomach lifts as I watch Louise's body sag under its own weight again, blood gently seeping from her wrists once more.
“He's fine. Had a few scratches and bruises, no thanks to you, you conniving little bitch.”
“Oh, Compton's a lucky boy. I would have thought after a fuck-up that large scale that the bigwigs would have put an end to him personally.”
I don't understand why Louise has decided to dive down this path.
Sure, doing her best to wound and antagonize Lowry has proven a powerful momentary distraction, but how long will it last? Once Lowry's had enough, she'll turn on Louise, and it won't be pretty.
I've crossed my arms over my chest, my hands itching for the guns in my shoulder holsters.
I'm just about to step in, to pull Lowry off of Louise and talk her down when the high tinkling sound of breaking glass sings out behind us—the floor to ceiling windows crashing to the floor in a sparkling sheet like deadly, razor-sharp rain.
When the cacophony and the dust settle, the Saints—Sébastien, Cazimir, Quentin, and Dennis—remain, guns trained on Susan and I.
Chapter 26
Dennis
There had only been a handful of seconds between the moment the four of us kicked off from the roof and the clatter of breaking glass as we repelled down to the massive windows into Rook’s private torture chamber.
Quentin had used his silenced gun to put several bullets into the glass, the spidery cracks spreading almost simultaneously as our collective boots met the fragile panes, caving the wall of windows inward
Without the benefit of eye or hearing protection, the flash bang that followed our entrance left both Lowry and Frank reeling.
Caz and Seb immediately take their positions, attaching explosives to the remaining window frames, the walls, and continuing their way around the perimeter of the room—as Lowry and Frank struggle to get a grip on their handguns. Quentin and I have already drawn ours on her and Frank.
As the dust and the din settles, Frank takes a firm hold of both of his guns from their shoulder holsters and levels his aim at Quentin and I.
