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"Guys." Evan tries to smile, but it doesn't quite come. "I'm a little confused about why I'm here." Dante looks at me, a sign I can take the lead, so I do.

"Don't worry about that. We're about to enlighten you."

I switch on the flat screen TV on the wall in front of us, and it goes straight to the recording of Evan meeting with Artemis Bane. The moment Evan sees himself on the screen, his skin goes pale.

The recording plays for two minutes, and he looks as if he dies a little more with every second that passes. "Why don't you explain that?" Cillian points to the screen. "You know that man screwed my father out of business all six ways to Sunday. Why the hell were you meeting with him?"

"It's not what you think," Evan argues.

"Isn't it?” I cut him off. “Because it looks like you were conspiring with a known enemy the day before the O’Ridians were attacked."

"No, I swear it. I had nothing to do with that."

I don't have time for this. I burn a short circuit as it is, and I don't have patience for people who lie to me. I pull my gun from my back pocket and rush forward.

Evan attempts to get up and protect himself, but I slam him down as if he's little more than a cockroach. He yelps, then screams when I grab his face and shove the gun into his mouth. Instantly, tears pour out of his eyes, and he pisses himself.

Pathetic.

Weak men like him make me sick.

"Evan, I'm going to give you a chance, one more chance, one chance to tell me what that meeting was about. If you blow it, I will kill you right here. Do you understand me?" I speak sharply and succinctly so he knows I'm serious. He nods vigorously against my grip. "Good. Now talk, and make sure every word you say is stuff I want to hear."

He nods again. I remove my gun and release my grip on him.

"Your father," he splutters.

I give him a narrowed stare. "My father, what?"

“He set up the meeting between me and Artemis Bane. He hired me to steal information from Callahan."

My blood heats with this information. I checked out my father thoroughly, but this should come as no surprise. My father is like a devil, always ahead in everything and outsmarting the best of the best.

"Was it him, Evan? Did he order the attack on the O’Ridian home?"

"The plan was to kill Callahan," Evan replies. "As he and his wife are dead, I can only assume your father must have been successful."

My eyes lift to meet Cillian's and Dante's. The hollow in my heart grows.

My father was responsible. I was wrong about him. He was the villain all along.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Virgo

My father, my enemy.

As I stare down at Evan and process the confession he just gave, something snaps inside me.

I look from him to Dante and Cillian, who are both staring at me, watching me unravel before their eyes. A moment of blankness passes, then I see nothing but red streaks of lightning crackling before my eyes.

Thunder roils in my soul, awakening the beast inside me who wants to tear my skin off my body and wreak havoc until blood pours from the sky.

My father is my enemy.

It was him all along. He arranged the attack on the O’Ridians.

He killed Callahan and Sheena.

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