“When?” I ask.
Whiskey looks at Legend, not me.
Mistake.
“When?” I repeat.
Legend answers. “Same time Amelia was there.”
I step toward the table.
Amelia moves between me and the table.
Not physically enough to stop me.
Emotionally enough to make me see her.
Her voice is low. “If you leave, I need to know what you’re going to do.”
I stare at her.
“I need you to say it,” she continues. “Because I’m tired of men walking out doors and leaving me to imagine whether they are coming back with blood on them or not at all.”
That should break something in me.
Maybe it does.
I step closer, stopping inches from her. She doesn’t move away.
“I’m going to find out who brought a threat to my house.”
“And Jeremy?”
“If I find him, he answers.”
“How?”
I don’t answer.
That is answer enough.
Her eyes fill. “Derby.”
“Don’t ask me to promise not to touch him.”
“I’m asking you not to throw yourself into a trap he dug with my child’s name on it.”
My jaw aches from how hard I clench it.
Legend steps closer. “Oaks goes with you. Wildcat too. No one moves on Vale without my call.”
I laugh. “You sending babysitters?”
“I’m sending witnesses.”
That stops me for half a second.
Witnesses.