“Yeah. Some. You’re not going to like it, though. We’d better take this conversation offline and fill you in when you get back. We have him till then.”
“Fucking hell,” Thay groaned, shaking his head somewhere above me. “I’d better be a part of that conversation.”
Shit. Rinley. I’d forgotten about him.
“Where is the body?” Wolfe asked, and I stilled, Thay’s eyes dropping to find mine cracked wide open. He smiled, but at what I did not know. What could possibly be funny?
Wait! Was Lyla dead?
As in dead… dead? As in never coming back.
“Downstairs. They dropped it off on the front porch.” Nathem clicked his teeth, and my whole body flatlined. “The club is up in arms about it, waiting to see what you will do. Not that they were loyal to her, but you don’t fuck with our king.”
Thay rolled his eyes, peering up at Wolfe as if he were anything but.
“I am sorry. We knew you liked her.”
Wolfe’s lips curled.
“But at least it wasn’t Daphne!”
Thay’s forearms tensed when Wolfe cleared his throat, sending the stench of metal into the cancerous smoke.
Was that it? Was there a target on my head that moved to Lyla? Is that why they insisted I get on that goddamn plane?
I tried to peer up at Thay for confirmation, but he only tightened his grip.
“If it were, this would be a different conversation.” Everything left from his voice. “I am leaving tonight. Make sure someone is there to pick me up.”
“Sounds good. How is she, by the way?” Nathem asked. “Was our little Daphne Duck happy to see you?”
I despised that nickname and snarled under my breath.
“Don’t fucking call her that,” Wolfe sighed. “But she is good. Naked, but good.” The news about Lyla faded away, and my throat clenched. “Right now, she is half asleep under a bare ass Threx.”
“About fucking time!” Nathem cheered, and I swear others did, too.
“He claimed her,” Wolfe declared, etching everything into stone. He wouldn’t let Thay keep this between us. That isn’t how he worked.
Thay’s eyes popped up in warning, but Wolfe swatted it away.
“Have the boys figure out how to convert my room and office into two, with a shared door in the center. Also, tell them she is moving back in. That should boost morale.”
“She might not want that,” Thay threw a punch, while Wolfe only laughed.
“She doesn’t get a choice. Your name is on her skin now. Between us is the only way she stays safe.”
I waited for Thay to argue, but he didn’t. At least not with his mouth.
“Ouch, you fucker!” Wolfe gritted out when another blow struck him between the legs.
“Holy fucking shit! Daphne is coming home?” Blade cheered in the background. “We will need to replace the towels. You know how she hates the shitty ones.”
Wolfe let out a dark laugh.
“And more toaster waffles. Because she is sneaky as fuck!”
Even I smiled at that one, despite feeling hollowed out by Lyla and their ability to talk home goods while she was dead in the basement.