No one argues.
Not even Legend.
That tells me more about her power than any crown could.
“I’m not trying to cause trouble,” I say, and I hate how thin my voice sounds.
“I’m Sophie, by the way. This is Legend.” She bumps him with her elbow. “Trouble usually doesn’t announce itself. That makes you refreshing.”
Derby snorts.
I almost laugh.
Almost.
Legend doesn’t.
His eyes stay on me. “You said Mike is your father?”
There is no kindness in the question. No cruelty either. Just a demand for truth.
I nod. “I think so.”
“You think so.”
“My mother told me he was.”
“What was her name?”
The question is a bullet.
I brace even though I don’t know why. “Caroline Bell.”
The name hits him.
This time, I see it.
His face stills too much. Sophie notices because her hand tightens against his back. Derby notices too because he suddenly stops pretending to look bored.
Legend knows that name.
My knees threaten to go soft.
“You knew her,” I say.
Legend’s eyes meet mine.
For a second, I don’t see a biker president. I see a man who has just had the dead reach up and grab his ankle.
“My father did,” he says.
My father.
Not Mike.
Not Legendary Mike.
My father.