“My sources informed me that she got a contract on your head.”
“Was it—”
“The Pit.” He slams his glass on the table before him, and droplets splash out. “They even dispatched Team Zero after us. Hades is growing restless to wipe the three of us.”
Which means he’ll only make mistakes. Many assassins have defected after mine, Tristan, and Dylan’s legendary escape. They’re losing trust in The Pit.
Only a few assassins remained beside Team Zero who are controlled through drugs.
Let those emotionless druggies come. I’ll erase every last bastard from the face of the earth. At least they’re worthy opponents compared to the new, unexperienced recruits.
If they’re after me... “I assume there’s a contract on your head, too?”
“I think either Crow or Ghost is assigned to me. I’m still trying to pinpoint the style.”
Lucky bastard. Why can’t Crow and Ghost, our bloody trainers and two of the strongest The Pit’s assassins alive, come after me instead of Tristan?
I’m a lot more fun.
“Just be careful,” Tristan continues. “If Celeste could betray Dylan, then she can betray you. She might never took the drugs, but her emotional level is no different than Team Zero’s.”
She just lashes on weaknesses. Unlucky for her, I have very little susceptible to cripple me.
Except for the asylum. And only Tristan owns that option.
Unless...Blue Eyes.
A foreign flip invades my insides, perturbing a part of me that should have been sleeping.
Dammit.
I dash to my walk-in and yank the shorts down while fumbling through my clothes.
“What’s wrong?” Tristan’s concerned voice filters from the room.
“When did you get the information about Celeste?” I step out, zip my trousers, then throw a T-shirt over my head.
“Ten days ago.”
“Ever thought about warning me? It’s only my life, so a head start would be nice.”
“I had men on her, but they lost her trace two days ago in France.”
Long enough for Celeste to realise that I’m watching someone. And no, certainly she isn’t in France anymore.
My jacket in hand, I face my cousin. “I got a name out of Hampton and I have his son on the leash, so you better bring something to the table in return. I’ll handle things over here until you’re back.”
A proud expression illuminates Tristan’s face. He thinks I give a damn about the hellhole called our heritage or our bloody family. If i
t hasn’t been for the camouflage it provides me and the promise I made to Uncle Alexander, I would’ve burned this place to the ground.
I hop down the stairs and storm across the Western Wing. My boots graze the long grass of the estate as I jog towards the garage.
My fingers latch around the first car keys in front of me. I slump to the driver’s seat, my mind focused on Celeste.
If she’s been watching me all along, she would realise something is off. Of all people, Celeste knows I don’t waste a lot of time on tracking and hunting. If I let Blue Eyes live until now, then I don’t plan to kill her.
Mae is in danger.