“Did you have something to tell me?” She smiled like she’d already beaten me.

But I hadn’t even started yet. “Not particularly. Other than to ask what do you all think you’re going to accomplish here?” I gestured around the room. We didn’t need a meeting. All of them were traitors. Donovan needed to get rid of everyone here. “You set the fey beast after John, Thomas, Riona, and me.” I shook my head. “Vivian, I get. You’re a mad wolf, and you want me gone so you can move in on Donovan, but that’s not going to happen. Even if I was dead, he’d never want you.” I was pretty sure if I ended up dead, Vivian wouldn’t be far behind me. “But you, Saoirse? What’s your deal?” I took a step toward them. I needed to keep them talking long enough to get close. Everything would be okay if I could just get the brooch.

It was thirty feet away, but I couldn’t seem too eager. I had to stay calm. I couldn’t risk running at her. Saoirse could reach her neck much faster than I could. It would only take a split-second for her to call Bhrunyz.

“Oh, you’re not following?” Saoirse said, and I wanted to punch the smug look off her stupid face. “Donovan hasn’t been part of our pack in a good while. He’s Alpha in name only. What’s the point of it? It’s past time for a new Alpha.”

God. I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen this coming. The fact that she was Ian’s mate had really thrown me. Even Ciara had recommended I look up Saoirse.

I should’ve known better. “So you want the pack?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “For now.”

“And let me guess.” I turned to Vivian. “As soon as I’m gone and Saoirse has the pack, you’ll sweep up the mourning Donovan and be his shoulder to cry on.”

Vivian held out her hands. “You see? She’s not a total git.”

“No. I’m not a total git. But you sure as shit are.” The bitch had no clue. For some reason, that pissed me off even more. “What do you think she means by taking the pack from Donovan? You really think he’ll let it go while he still has breath in his lungs? And if he won’t hand over the pack bonds, then what’s the only way to get them?”

Vivian turned to Saoirse. Her face paled. “No. You’re not meaning to kill him, are you? You wouldn’t—”

Saoirse laughed, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. “You really are a fucking muppet, Vivian.”