She huffs, tugging at the apron’s strings. “I’m not quitting.”

I exhale, slow and controlled. “Blythe, you can’t be out in public like this. Not when I can’t watch you.”

“People have already seen me. If I suddenly disappear, it’ll be more suspicious.” She lifts her chin like she’s daring me to challenge her logic. “Besides, I need the money.”

“I’m not asking you to disappear, just to stick to my side—we have a plan.” I narrow my eyes. “Plus, you have money. I paid you an advance, and your salary is pretty good.”

Her lips press together, but she doesn’t deny it. She knows I’m right. Yesterday, while we were discussing her living arrangements, we also talked about benefits, including a salary. The job at the parlor pays her enough, and if she needs more, I’d hand it over in a second. But she won’t take it.

Because she’s so fucking stubborn.

Because taking help means accepting that she needs it.

Because depending on someone might take away the little freedom she has.

I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. “You can’t stay here, Blythe.”

“And you can’t just tell me what to do,” she shoots back.

We stare each other down, the air thick between us. I try to keep my frustration in check, but she’s testing me. Hard. Too fucking hard.

“You have an appointment,” I say, changing tactics.

Her eyes narrow. “An appointment? With who?”

“Dr. Simone Moreau.”

Her brow furrows. “Who?”

“Apparently, she’s the new family practitioner at the clinic.” I pause, letting that sink in before adding, “According to my people, she knows how to be discreet.”

Dr. Moreau has been here since the Hollow Syndicate made its presence known. The exact day was Ledger and Galeana’s wedding when the old Doherty Mansion exploded. I had no idea that was going on in this sleepy town, but I was alerted about the second time they came to try to fuck with my family. Probably because Nysa was part of the ordeal. I told her to stay away from Birchwood Springs, but that woman never listens to me—or anyone.

I glance at Blythe and realize that I have to deal with her the same way I’ve dealt with Nysa. By letting her be but just watching her fucking back. Unless she’s putting herself in danger, which is the case while working at The Honey Drop.

Blythe crosses her arms. “And how exactly does she know how to keep her mouth shut?”

I give her a pointed look.

She exhales through her nose. “Fine. Why this doctor? I thought we would try to go somewhere else.”

“It’s easier. If you have an emergency, she’s close by. Plus, she also happens to hate my family.” I shrug. “So this’ll be fun for everyone.”

Her lips part slightly. “Why does she hate you?”