I turned over, leaning on his chest. “I would like you to convince me that this is real and we’re alive. Do you think you could do that, Mad Rogan?”
His magic slid over me. His blue eyes darkened. “Yes.”
Chapter 15
I sat in the media room of our warehouse. My head buzzed. I’d taken some of the awesome painkillers Daniela sent home for me. They killed the pain, but brought a slight feeling of dizziness and I kept wanting to spin to the right.
My family dealt with my new purple face about the same way they dealt with the fact that Mad Rogan had kissed me in front of everyone before leaving to his HQ across the street. Nobody said a thing.
I missed him. He’d been gone for less than two hours and I missed him. That was just sad.
I formally told Cornelius that Olivia Charles was the person who’d pulled the trigger and murdered his wife. David Howling helped, but it was Olivia who took over the minds of Rogan’s people. Cornelius equally formally thanked me and offered to release me from my contract with a full payment.
“No,” I told him. “I’ll see it through.”
“Okay,” he said quietly.
He and Matilda then went off to the kitchen. He was cooking her something special for dinner.
My mother was going over the plans for the assault. Both of my sisters sat in the room quietly. Leon studied the image of the ranch on TV. It had been recorded from the air. Cornelius and Bug had attached a camera to Talon’s harness.
The building rose out of a clearing like a foreboding Spanish fortress, and that’s exactly what it was: a massive rectangular structure complete with observation towers, thick walls, and sheltered passageways. Bug reported both M240G and SAWs, M249 machine guns.
“How much armed personnel?” my mother asked.
“They estimate close to a hundred,” I said. “Some former soldiers, some private security forces, and some civilian employees.”
“Why doesn’t Rogan just collapse it?” Leon asked.
“Because it would kill everyone inside. You don’t just destroy a fort filled with people. You give them a chance to surrender.” The buzzing in my head made it hard to concentrate. “Some of them probably have no idea what they are involved in.”
“But it would be safer,” Leon said.
“That’s what bad guys do. We’re not bad guys.” At least some of us were not. I wasn’t that sure about myself anymore. “Also Cornelius’ contract specifies the right to confront Nari’s killer. Basically, we can’t kill Olivia Charles.”
“Contracts are important.” Leon nodded.
I looked at my mother.
“Leon,” Mom said. “A man is a man because he has a set of principles. He has lines he doesn’t cross. It shows discipline, commitment, and willpower to do the job. A man is someone who can be relied upon because he holds himself to a higher standard. That’s how you get respect. You need to sit down and figure out where your lines are, or you will grow up to be one of these assholes everyone despises because they would strangle their own relatives for money.” She looked at my two sisters. “The same goes for you. I said man because I was talking to him, so take the same speech, put woman in it, and use it to come up with some guidelines for yourself.”
Nobody said anything.
Catalina cleared her throat. “Nevada, can I talk to you?”
“Sure.”
“In your office.”
I forced myself off the couch, walked to my office, and sat into my chair. Catalina and Arabella followed me.
“There are over a hundred people in that building?” Catalina asked.
“Yes.”
“And they are armed?”
“Yes.”
My sister squared her narrow shoulders. “Then I’m coming.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What if you get shot?” Catalina crossed her arms on her chest. “What if Rogan or Cornelius get shot? Or one of their people?”
“We’re all adults. We . . .”
“I’m not losing you because of this thing. These people came here and tried to kill us. They tried to murder Matilda.”
“Which is fucked up,” Arabella volunteered.
“Language,” I told her.
She shook her blond head. “Oh, shut up, Nevada, you swear like a fucking sailor.”
“I’m twenty-five,” I growled.
“Well, I’m fifteen and I have more to swear about than you.”
“If I go,” Catalina yelled over the two of us, “nobody will have to get shot!”
“No,” I told her.
She faced me. “Yes.”
“You can’t control it.”
“Yes, I can.” She raised her chin. “I’m better at it.”
“Oh yeah?” I tilted my head. “Can you disengage?”
“Some,” she said.
“She doesn’t have to disengage,” Arabella said. “I’ll get her out.”
“You will get her out in front of a bunch of people, all of whom will see you. Have you two lost your minds?”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Arabella said.
“We know,” Catalina added.
“Know what?”
“Mom told us about Tremaine,” Catalina said. “We know about the other grandmother.”
I rubbed my face. They had a right to know, but I really wished Mom would’ve waited. Silence lay between us like a big heavy brick.
“What will happen if she finds us?” Arabella asked.
“Bad things.” I didn’t want to elaborate.
“How are we going to protect Mom?” Arabella asked. “Also, she thinks that I’ll end up in a cage.”
Decades with no information and then all the information at once. Thanks, Mom. “Mom will be okay and nobody will put you in a cage. Once this is over, we’ll form a House.”
They stared at me. They looked so different—tall willowy Catalina with long dark hair, and short athletic Arabella with blond curls. How the hell they managed to have an identical expression on their faces, I would never know.
“Our own House?” Arabella asked.
“Yes. If we form a House, she can’t touch us for three years. That’s enough time to get established.”
“We won’t be forming any Houses if you’re dead,” Catalina said, her voice flat. “I’m coming, Nevada. You can’t stop me.”
“Yes, I can. You’re a minor.”
Catalina raised her chin. “I’m a Prime.”
“So am I.”
“Yes, yes, we’re all special,” Arabella said. “But she is right. What if you get shot? Who will take care of us? Who will bring us sushi?”
“I’m doing this,” Catalina said. “I’m not letting them hurt you or Cornelius, or Matilda, or anybody else. My way nobody has to get hurt.”
That’s what I must’ve looked like eight years ago, when I told my parents that they wouldn’t be selling the family firm. That I would take it over and keep it afloat. And I did. I’d been seventeen too.
She was right. If she got involved, we’d cut casualties and injuries down to a bare minimum.
“Fine.” I leaned back. “You’ll do this and then you’ll do your best to disengage.” I turned to Arabella. “You will get her out. You won’t hurt anybody. You will grab your sister and get the hell out of there. No heroics.”
She made a high-pitched squeak. “Okay, boss lady!!!”
“We’re not telling Mom about this,” I said. “We’re not dropping hints and we’re not making cute comments.”
Catalina and I looked at Arabella.
“I won’t say anything.”
“Okay,” I said. I hoped I wouldn’t regret it.
They left my office and I called Rogan. He answered immediately. “Yes?”
“We probably won’t need to besiege the fort. My sisters will be coming.”
He didn’t answer for a long moment. “What should I plan for?”
“A strike team big enough to contain Olivia Charles. But we won’t need to storm the castle.”