He looks at me.
“They’re safe.”
Safe.
The word almost drops me.
Almost.
“Where?”
Legend exhales through his nose. “Oregon.”
The room goes still.
I stare at him. “Oregon.”
“Lonerock.”
My hands curl. “Why the hell would Amelia go to Oregon?”
Legend’s eyes sharpen. “Because her mother came from there. Because Lottie knows people there. Because Vale can’t reach her there.”
I step toward him. “Who has her?”
He looks like he doesn’t want to say the name.
That makes me want to break furniture.
“Legend.”
“Hot Mama.”
For one second, the room is silent.
Then I say, “The fuck kind of answer is that?”
Holler makes a sound that might be a laugh if his wife weren’t actively committing interstate betrayal.
Oaks mutters, “Hot Mama got her.”
I turn on him. “That supposed to mean something to me?”
“It will,” Royal says softly.
I hate cryptic men.
I hate all men right now.
Legend points to the chair. “Sit down.”
“No.”
“Then stand there and learn something before you ride west blind.”
That stops me because he is already assuming I will ride west.
Good.