Zade's POV
The tallest figure's voice dropped lower, with an Icy edge to his voice. "Then you are to blame for your carelessness. Not ours. Do your job, and you'll be rewarded. Fail, and you'll regret crossing us."
Lucas exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. But he nodded. "Fine. We'll watch her. Just make sure the payment comes through."
Even though I hated Lucas and Wayne, I didn't want them to die. Once involved with a vampire, it's either you deliver or you die.
Something has to be done, and it has to be done quickly.
The deal was sealed with a firm handshake.
I stepped back from the wall, heart pounding, careful not to let the floorboards creak under my boots or to bump into anyone or something that would make my presence known.
Every instinct screamed at me to burst in there, to snap their necks where they stood. But that would be reckless. This wasn't just about my safety; it was about Aria, the election, and perhaps even Ashwood's survival.
