She probably never thought I was going to be attacked by deranged journalists, though.

I moved toward the bed, because that moved her focus away from the room where Huey lay sleeping. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched her, barely blinking. “Why are you doing this? I don’t understand.”

Andrea snorted, her eyes so wide I could see the whites around her irises. “He was meant to be mine. He was mine until you came along. Sure, he had Marissa—that dumb bitch—but I knew they just had an arrangement. He was a professional, and he respected my career too much to out us as a couple. She was just a ruse.”

Woah. Crazy town had arrived. I wasn’t stupid enough to provoke her, though. “You’re ready now?” I said softly, like her spiel was completely legit. “I have Devan and Rigby. If you say River is yours, then he’s yours.” Over my fucking dead body.

Andrea narrowed her eyes. “Oh, you think you can just give me what’s already mine and I’ll thank you? Fuck off. The only way he’ll truly get over you is if you’re dead. Dead as your shitty parents. Dead as his shitty parents. We’ll raise his nephew together. I’ll be an amazing mother. Where is he?”

My breathing became ragged. “Huey isn’t here. He’s with Rigby today.”

“I think you’re a fucking liar. Let’s check, shall we? Maybe it would be best if we ruin your whole family line. I mean, every time he looks at that bastard, he’s going to think of you, right? I’m going to pin this on Devan, because I’ve always hated that fucker. Thinks he’s so much better than everyone else. Like he isn’t a petty fucking criminal.” She laughed. “Honestly, you’ve set this up for me perfectly. A crime of passion. He couldn’t stand the fact that his best friends were fucking you too. It’s a tale as old as time.”

She started toward the other room, and I panicked. “Wait!”

But she ignored me. Keeping her gun trained on me, she was almost at the door to the room where Huey was sleeping. It was now or never.

I ripped the lamp from the side table and threw it at her head. I wasn’t an athlete, so she ducked it easily. But that meant taking her eyes off me. I dived for her stomach, taking her down to the ground, but she still had hold on the gun. Grabbing the arm holding the gun, I wrestled it up and then bit her hard on the fleshy part of her bicep.