Nyla hissed at my thoughts. "And yet the villain hasn't touched a hair on your head, while the 'Alpha' is currently counting down the minutes until he can put his seed into your best friend."
The car hit a pothole, and I winced, my ribs barking in protest.
"You okay, Ellie?" Gideon asked from the front seat.
"Fine," I said quickly. "Just a bit of a cramp."
"Make sure she takes her sedative when we get to the clinic, Vector," Gideon said, not even turning around. "She's getting high-strung again. I can smell the cortisol from here."
"Of course, Alpha," Vector replied flatly.
I looked at the back of Vector's head. He was so calm. If Jarek was right—if someone in this house had poisoned my father—it had to be him. He had the access. He had the knowledge. He had the cold, unfeeling heart required to watch a man die slowly while he checked his pulse.
But why? Vector had been Gideon's most trusted advisor. Why would he kill the man who gave him everything?
