S E B A S T I A N

6:20 p.m.

I see that ridiculous hair first, tight ringlets peeking out from the wall by the stairs, and the gun goes hot in my hand. My finger snakes around the trigger, and I’m squeezing down before I can stop myself. The hammer cocks back, a heartbeat away from firing.

“Get your butt down here.” My words are a snarl through clenched teeth, and hell yeah, it’s meant to scare the bejesus out of her. If this girl screwed everything up, I swear I’m going to strangle her.

“Leave her alone,” Jade says from her spot at the bar. Her ass is still parked on the stool, but the rest of her looks ready to spring. Both hands are planted on the marble, and she leans into it hard, like she’s about to pole-vault over it. Like she wants to jump into the line of fire.

I aim the Beretta at her head. “Don’t move. The second your feet touch the floor, I won’t think twice. I will take you down, and I’m a good shot so don’t even try.”

Her cheek is a mess, swollen and stained purple. Fractured, I’m guessing, and a twinge of regret hits me between the ribs before the pain in my back wipes it clean. I’ve never hit a woman before, and swear to God, I didn’t want to hit Jade. I definitely didn’t mean to hit her that hard, but you try facing a screwdriver coming for your jugular and see how you respond. I did what I had to do.

And what I have to do now is deal with Beatrix.

She slinks across the living room floor in her bare feet—and the kid was smart to lose her sneakers. Easier to control how your feet land when you’re not wearing any, and even smarter to have made sure they were hidden so as not to drop us any clues. Maybe that’s the problem here, that this kid is too damn smart.

“Want to tell me how you got out of the duct tape?”

Beatrix shakes her head, and the movement squeezes off a tear—and judging by her red eyes and wet cheeks it’s not the first. “Not really.”

“I was doing you a favor up there, so you know. I put on the TV. I made sure you were comfortable. I even offered you a snack that you flat out refused. I mean, I don’t know what else I could have done to make this experience any easier for you and your brother. Do you?”

Her glaze flits away and her fingers go to town, tapping out a silent rhythm on her thigh.

“What the hell is that?” I gesture at her dancing hand with my chin. “Do you have a tic or something?”