“And they allow men like Kylan to attend?” I asked, horrified.
“They allow anyone to attend if they can spend enough money. They claim it’s open to all because it’s a fundraiser, but the system is broken.”
I was increasingly glad I hadn’t gone to the Sanctuary when I revealed. Would I have ended up in a situation like Maisie was in? Unlikely, simply because of how infrequent it was that something nefarious happened. Then again, it was unlikely for my Beta parents to have two Omega daughters, and here we were.
“Can you attend?”
“Shockingly, I’m not rich enough. I’d be spending far too much of my wealth for a seat. In our case, having me go would be to our detriment, anyway. If I were attending, Kylan’s guard would be especially high. With me across the country and him surrounded by layers of security, we might be able to get beneath his guard, infiltrate his hotel room, and kill him. He stays at a different hotel every time, but apparently this time it is the Atlantic Triumph Hotel.”
“We’ll be away from our resources, too,” Shan pointed out. “Aren’t most of your ties on the West Coast?”
“Hopefully we won’t need ties. We can’t trust ninety per cent of the people I do business with to hide something of this magnitude. Most would sell me out for an in with Kylan. He’s a much bigger fish. People are usually only on my side because he didn’t want them.”
I was definitely seeing where a lot of his trauma came from. Dear gods. Everyone he associated with would leave him for his cousin at any time?
Shan looked hesitant to accept we would have to do this alone, but he understood as well as anyone how a man like Kylan could bring betrayals out of the woodwork. His face was on a wanted poster right now to prove it. If he hadn’t been going against someone like Kylan when he massacred Jude’s people, he probably would have been fired but not persecuted.
“This is the plan, then,” I said. “We try to kill him either before or after this gala. It’s probably the best we could have asked for, and more notice to stake the place out. When is it?”
“Two weeks from now,” Nolan responded.
I fought back a cringe.
So, we would wait.
Only problem was how much I fucking hated waiting.
EIGHTEEN
Oswald
Watching Freya get steadily more frustrated day by day was always both amusing and worrying. It had happened over the course of years when she’d been hiding her designation and her magic and body had been growing weaker. Here, it was happening as we inched closer to the date of the Rare Jewel Gala.
Three days had passed since our complete failure of a first mission.
Three days.
Freya threw a punch into the bag with enough force Caspian let out a little oomph where he was holding it for her.
We needed to do something to get her out of her head, or she’d be wound up so tight she’d be rash and unpredictable by the time we went in. Those were two of her more annoying qualities that we didn’t need showing up when we tried to kill the head of the vampire mafia.
Normally I would suggest sex — especially now I could be the one to give it to her. However, she’d been fucking her way through all of us. Over and over. The only one she hadn’t latched onto was Nolan, and that was because he was back to making himself scarce. At least when he did spend time with the pack he wasn’t opposed to her touching him, but the second anything sexual started he was running for the hills.
What the fuck could we do to cool Freya off?
“She’s getting worse every day,” Emmett said, stepping up beside me.
I looked him over from head to toe, as I tended to do. He was hot, but not really my type. Shan, Nolan, and Freya were dominant in the bedroom and out, which I preferred. Caspian was such a perfect sub I couldn’t resist him. Emmett was neither of those things. Not that I’d seen him fuck anyone, but he seemed solidly vanilla.
It was sweet Freya had someone like that. Sometimes she needed a break from calling Shan Daddy, tying me up, or letting Nolan press her against the wall by her throat.
I shoved down the arousal that image brought.
“Any ideas to calm her down?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I would say sex, but from what I’ve heard she’s been having plenty.”
Em stayed in the living room while we fucked in the bedroom, doing whatever he did with his free time. He always came in to cuddle once the sounds of pleasure had faded, though, and we all slept in the same bed, small as it was. Even Nolan, who tended to climb in once everyone was asleep and try to leave before we woke up.
