Legend blinks.
The president of the Kings of Anarchy MC, feared in Hell, whispered about in Paradise, son of Legendary Mike, soon to be husband to Sophie Montgomery, looks completely defeated by the question.
“No,” he says.
August sighs. “Nobody has dinosaurs.”
Derby lifts the bag. “That is why we’re apparently entering the dinosaur market.”
Legend looks at him. “You promised him a dinosaur?”
“It was under duress.”
August says, “No, it wasn’t.”
Oaks laughs from the bar.
Legend rubs his forehead.
Sophie smiles at me, and for one small second, I feel like I’m standing inside something almost normal.
Then my phone, the old one Sophie had left on the dresser after Wildcat checked it, buzzes in her hand.
The room stills.
My stomach drops.
Sophie looks down at the screen. Her face changes.
Not fear.
Anger.
She turns the phone toward Legend.
He reads whatever is there.
His expression goes cold.
“What?” I ask.
No one answers fast enough.
“What is it?” I repeat, sharper.
Sophie walks to me and holds out the phone.
A message sits on the screen from an unknown number.
You can play house with the biker, Amelia. I’ll be there when August wants his real father.
My knees go weak.
Derby is suddenly beside me.
Not touching.
There.