She had banned Ethan from going into her room.
Which made Ethan, for once, come to me. He had a tray of food out for me. And I was speechless.
“You want me to serve her?”
“No,” he replied. “But she demands you do it, so…it’s you.”
“Or you can ignore what she wants and not give in to her whims.”
He nodded. “True. But she won’t give me the map of her family’s estate in Italy. I can’t move without it. If you can get it without her, we’ll leave her and Gigi and go tonight.”
“You didn’t think to get that before you pissed her off?”
“It’s in her head—the map in and out of the estate. And I have a feeling she never told me, just in case we did disagree in the end. So…” He lifted the tray back to me.
Snatching the tray, I marched to her room, kicking open the door. She sat on the edge of her bed, stretching and rolling her arm out slowly.
“Stop being stubborn,” I snapped at her, placing the tray beside her bed. “It is December. It could take weeks for you to heal. There was no time for that. Wyatt and Killian have already been attacked. I’d heard that Sedric and his sister were attacked yesterday. The longer we wait, is more time for your little suicide squad to build up more people.”
“Siena trained us for years, decades. Even if they hired a bunch of people to man the grounds, they wouldn’t be assassins, just hired muscle off the street,” she said, lifting the bread to eat.
“Hired muscle can still shoot a damn gun.”
“Not well.”
“Well enough to cause problems. We need to end this. The longer we wait, the more the family—”
“Then help me get better.”
“I am not a physical therapist! I am not here to coach you—”
“Then learn. What else do you have to do? You’re technically dead.”
I gripped the end of the bed. “Give us the map. Ethan will bring you your crazy stepmother!”
“No.” She pushed herself off the bed, and when she tried to stand, she fell onto the floor…this time, I didn’t catch her.
“See? Your body is not in shape right now—”
She ignored me, army-crawling on the floor with her arms. She moved all the way to the door and took a deep breath before rolling over the best she could.
“This is ignorant, and I’m disappointed Calliope. I thought you were smart.”
“I don’t care if you are disappointed,” she said, laying on her back, breathing slowly. “I don’t care if you all think I am crazy or selfish or wrong. I don’t care who is attacked. I don’t care. I will keep saying I don’t care until you all believe it. So, don’t help me if you like. But it will only make this longer. The people I care about are not in danger.”
Walking over to her, I lifted my foot, ready to stomp on her shoulder, and she looked at me coldly, her gray eyes unrelenting. Slowly I put my foot down and bent beside her.
“What exactly is it that you need to do?” I asked her. “…So, I know how much you need to be fixed?”
“Fire a gun. Throw punch. And get close enough to my grandmother to give her poison.”
“After everything, you plan on taking her out with poison?” I asked. “A gun is much fast and easier.”
“It’s a symbolic thing between us; you wouldn’t get it.”
I shook my head. “This plan you have, it won’t undo anything that happened to you.”
“I’m not looking for it to be undone,” she replied. “I’m looking to win.”