Page 92 of Havenfall Harbor
Evan
I giveLeo a few moments to sweat, and sweat he does. The room we’re in is comfortable, if not stark, but he’s acting like it’s a hundred degrees in here. He’s seated at the metal table, folded into the metal chair. This room was designed to hold unruly shifters and newly blooded vampires, so I know it will hold him, even if I choose to leave him here for a while. Which might be a good idea, considering I would like to strangle him right now, both him and Michelle who’s in the room next door.
Leo isn’t weak in the sense Michelle accused him of being. He’s a little over six foot with a lean body. Michelle called him weak because he’s not a natural leader, not a born alpha. He’s the type of man most alphas recruit. Easy to train, easy to manipulate, and even easier to control.
I run my gaze over Leo. His eyes are blown wide, and he can’t seem to stop the nervous jumping of his leg under the table as he watches me. I’m betting on him cracking and telling me everything I want to know before I even ask him any questions.
I asked Paul if he resisted being brought down here, but he didn’t. I almost wish he would have, that would have given me a reason to beat his ass.
After a few more moments of silence, Leo breaks. “I didn’t touch her.” I grind my teeth to keep myself from lashing out at him after the statement. Schooling my features, I raise a brow at him and wait for him to continue.
Leo wets his lips and his eyes bounce around the room. “I didn’t even realize what was happening until it was over.”
I wait to speak until I know I can respond without strangling him. “But you didn’t help her either. You had to have seen what Michelle did, and you didn’t help the woman she attacked.” My voice is low, controlled, even though I want to scream at him.
Leo leans over the table a little. “I got Michelle out of there,” he tells me, like he was somehow protecting the girl.
“Michelle wasn’t the one bleeding to death,” I growl.
“I knew she hurt the human. I was getting her away before the woman realized who it was, so Michelle wouldn’t get everyone in trouble with the humans. I know how important that is,” Leo defends.
“You should have been concerned with saving a life, not protecting the killer!” I scream, and slam my fist down on the table, leaving a dent behind.
Leo leans back, visibly shaking. “Michelle called someone and told them what happened. I figured they took care of the human. I didn’t think she killed her.” I can tell by the pale wash of his cheeks and the horror on his face that he’s telling the truth. Or some semblance of it. He didn’t know just how injured Quinn was.
“Who did Michelle call?” I lean back against the wall to stop myself from snapping his neck.
“I don’t know.” Leo lifts his hands in surrender when I push off the wall. “I really don’t know. She pulled out her phone as soon as we got inside and told me she was handling the lady. That I should get back to my room.”
“And you just fucking believed her?”
Leo blinks as if that’s the first time he’s even questioned himself about the situation. He eventually nods twice. This is why Michelle accused him of being weak.
Evan
I takethe stairs two at a time. Griff sent me a text that he was staying behind with Quinn. I don’t blame him for not wanting to leave her alone right now.
After I got any useful information from Leo, which wasn’t much, I left him and Michelle in the containment rooms to stew. I need to talk to Griff and see what we should do about this. Michelle never mentioned speaking to anyone about what happened to Quinn. If she had told someone else, wouldn’t she have communicated that to us, even just to save her own skin?
I’m huffing a little when I reach Griff’s door. I try the knob, but it’s uncharacteristically locked, so I knock instead.
Griff rips the door open with a scowl, which he drops when he sees it’s just me. “What was that look for?” I sidestep him to get into his room.
“Fucking Letty.” He musses up the top of his hair, then pushes it back away from his face.
“She came by again? Forget it, we have other stuff to talk about.” I dismiss the distraction.
“What did you find out?” Griffin lowers himself on the couch into a sprawl. Quinn is tucked next to him, so I fit myself on her other side. She gives me a tight smile in return.
“Be right back,” she excuses herself, but I’m pretty sure it’s because she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say, so I wait for her to head back toward our room. That thought stops me in my tracks. Not Griff’s room,our room.Fuck me, even with all this shit going on I like the sound of that.
As soon as she’s out of hearing range, Griff demands, “Tell me.”
I scrub my hand over my face. “Leo’s a fucking idiot,” I growl. “He thought he was doing the right thing by getting Michelle out of there so she wouldn’t get into trouble. He said he didn’t realize how badly Quinn was hurt.”
Griff explodes off the couch. “Doesn’t matter.” His face is set in a scowl.
I lean forward and brace my elbows on my knees. “I know, it’s no excuse, but get this. He also said Michelle called someone to ‘take care of the lady.’ His words, not mine.”
