Page 90 of Haze

“It’s fine.” Lena’s assurance doesn’t hit hard enough.

I didn’t come through on a promise to her.

Wrapping my arm around Lena, I escort her to where her plate was set. It puts me between two of the three powder kegs in the room.

Revecca is glaring, nearly shooting daggers from her eyes at us.

I press up against Lena, giving her an extra squeeze, further defying Revecca’s distaste for my mate. “Sit with your cousin, I’ll bring you over a plate.”

“Sister,” Lena says as a matter of fact.

“I’m sorry?” I look between her and Dinah.

Lena nods. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Pft, I’ll tell you now.” Revecca brings out her high and mighty voice.

I turn to look at her, flashing my wolf’s green eyes.

Not threatened by my glare, Revecca speaks. “I demanded they complete the blood test, and as I suspected, the only child we’ve been able to locate of the primary lineage is Cade. It appears that your mate is related to the Alloways. However it may be that they chose to split them. Though, my guess is they sent the weak one to live with The Leviathan hoping for him to exert some sort of control over her.” I’m clenching my fists and snarling at her, but Revecca doesn’t stop. “Which clearly did nothing for the submissive in her.”

“Revecca, silence!” Cade commands.

The burst of the Alpha command brings me a step backward, closer to Lena, trying to shield her and her slowly returning wolf.

Remarkably, she seems unfazed by it. Perhaps she’s used to the feeling?

Revecca falls silent. Her henchmen, as everyone is calling them, return to her sides in case a fight breaks out. But between the way Thalia is leaning against Cade and knowing that Cade won’t do anything to upset her, I doubt bloodshed in the great room will be on the menu tonight.

Deacon breaks the silence. “Okay, so can anyone else see the woman screaming?”

“Really, Deacon?” Dinah rolls her eyes. “You think we’d let a woman scream?”

“Well, to be fair, she isn’t screaming in English and didn’t start screaming until after Cade told Revecca to be quiet. So, it’s not like Revecca can answer.” Deacon defends himself with solid logic.

“What is she saying?” Revecca glares at him as the color drains from her face.

Deacon shakes his head. “I’ve got no idea.”

“Repeat it to me.” Revecca cuts off the insult I know she’d normally spew.

Deacon keeps shaking his head, crossing his hands back and forth in front of him. “No, if you start saying what they’re saying, then they think that you’ll help them. She’s fucking pissed off, and I’m absolutely not dealing with that.”

Revecca reaches for the butcher block and pulls out a paring knife. Not exactly the right one to threaten someone with. Magnus taught her better.

Revecca storms over to Deacon, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Snatching his waving hand out of the air, she brings the knife toward it. Deacon tries to pull it away, but she’s strong, and I can see his hesitation in trying not to hurt either of them. Using the knife, she cuts the palm of his hand.

“Ow. You know that hurts people, right?” Deacon asks her.

“Shut up.” Revecca slices open her own palm.

She forces a tight grip on his hand, mixing their blood together. Her eyes flare bright white.

“Whoa,” Deacon gasps. Awe flashes across his face as his eyes turn nearly black.

Revecca pulls her hand away from Deacon’s and looks at her entourage. “We must leave. Tomorrow at the latest.”

She turns to Cade. “Thank you for your hospitality. I will be leaving tomorrow, but I will return once we handle matters at home. Then we will discuss whatever it is that has happened between Kathleen and Griffin as well as your return to Romania.”

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