Page 49 of Dark Prince

“Might want to have that checked out. I mean, it must be broken since you missed a former friend’s obsession with you and your own grandfather wanting to make sure you ended up six feet under.”

Clearly, her observations are flawed, or she just sucks at it. Then again, I never understood Kennedy’s claims to her dressing and acting like a quiet, good little girl. I didn’t say anything, of course, because if you’re in our world, you don’t go blabbing to outsiders. Even if I’d liked Kennedy, which I didn’t, we could never be friends. You can’t get close to people on the outside. It’s not fair to them and it’s not fair to yourself. It’s a disaster waiting to happen, ending in bloodshed.

“No longer want to throat punch me then?” I ask when she doesn’t respond.

“Of course I do, you stupid bitch. If anything, the urge is greater now than it was when I first walked up.”

“Good,” I state, feeling the same way. “Because nothing short of a miracle is going to put us on the same team.”

“Something we agree on,” she muses. “Okay, so this didn’t work. Looks like I’m going to have to give it another go tomorrow. Same time, same place?”

“Let’s not. We both know we are who we are and our thing is disliking each other. Why change a dynamic that’s been working for over a decade?”

“Whatever.” She turns her back to the bar as she faces the stage and tables. “I put in the effort. Can’t say that I didn’t make the first move.”

I’m about to tell her to go fuck herself and her bullshit gesture when my cell phone lights up from on top of the bar with a reply from my father. Sienna walks off, freeing the spot next to me. There is also an unread message from Tony, but I open my dad’s first, regretting it the moment I read his text.

Dad:A good Canuck is a roasted one. One problem solved. One left to meet his maker. And daughter, don’t fucking say Daddy-O to me again. You’re on my payroll now. It’s boss, little girl. Love you.

He killed someone. No, not someone, he killed a Sokolov. But which one?

Holy shit.