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I’m suddenly even more terrified for London and the fate of our unborn child.
Jack gives me a slow, cruel smile. “Good. If I find out you’re lying to me…”
“I’m well aware of what would happen, yes.”
“We have alliances to secure and a war to win. Now is not the time to get distracted.”
“I agree.”
The car comes to a stop, and Jack gets out first. “I’m glad we understand each other,” he says.
Once he’s through the doors of the manor, I breathe a sigh of relief. My heart is pounding as I hurry inside and race up the stairs. London is in my room, sitting in a chair by the window, a bowl of soup in her hand, and a few wisps of hair escaping from her bun.
I pull her to me so suddenly that the bowl falls to the floor with a clatter, soup seeping into the carpet beneath our feet.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
I swallow several times before I can speak, heart still thundering uneasily. “I think my father knows you’re pregnant.”
London stills and draws back to look at me. “He told you?”
“Not only does he know, but I just found out Oliver is making a move to have me removed. They’re gunning for us, London, and I have no clue how I’m going to stop any of it.”
Chapter Twenty-One
London
“You’re sure you can trust her?”
With a sigh, I walk over to Mason and reach for his hand. He stirs when I squeeze.
Mason’s eyebrows draw together. “Who?”
I clear my throat and lower my voice. “Jennifer.”
Mason’s fingers flex, and he pulls me closer. “We’ve known each other most of our lives. She has no reason to lie to me.”
“Unless she’s been turned, too. She has nothing to gain by telling you, and a hell of a lot to lose.”
Jennifer Harrison doesn’t owe him anything, least of all the truth, when her family stands to gain so much.
With everyone circling like vultures, it’s only a matter of time before they rebuild on the ashes of the Payne empire.
I wonder how long they’ve been waiting to strike.
It doesn’t matter, does it? It’s not going to change anything for you. It just makes them more dangerous.
Not knowing who to trust is terrifying because one wrong move, and Mason could condemn us and anyone else still loyal to him.
“Look, I agree it doesn’t make sense, but I think she’s telling the truth,” Mason insists. “I’ll look into it.”
I swallow. “Won’t that make things worse? What if someone finds out she told you?”
Mason pries his fingers away, one by one. “Carlisle is loyal to me. So is Katia.”
Two people against a swarm of vultures isn’t enough. We both know that, but I can’t be the one to say it.
“What about Olivia?”
