Arsyn studied Sam with blatant hostility. There were only a few people Arsyn liked, and even fewer she tolerated. I was thankful to be counted among the former.
“Sam, this is Arsyn. She’s a Nyght Nymph.”
“Hello, Arsyn.” Sam’s voice was cold. I had never heard her talk to anyone with anything less than acceptance and caring. My eyes ping-ponged between the two of them as though I was watching a tennis match.
“Hello, Sam,” Arsyn responded, her voice like ice. I knew Arsyn didn’t like people, but this was unusual even for her.
“What am I missing here?”
“Arsyn doesn’t like me very much because I refused to listen to her,” Sam explained.
“You’ve met?” I asked, my brow pulling tight as I tried to remember when that could have been.
“I was called in when Sam ended up in the hospital, beaten to shit by her husband. She refused to let us help.”
I turned to Sam. “What? Jack beat you?” I asked angrily, ready to storm into church and beat his ass. I would do it too.
“Jack would never touch me in anger,” she said, her glare fixed on Arsyn. “Though Lord knows he had a reason to. No, I was married before Jack. It’s a long story, and one day I will tell you everything. Including why I chose not to go. But right now, we need to focus on Amber.” She turned her soft eyes on me. “And you.”
“I’m fine.” I tried to wave her off, but she wouldn’t dismiss me.
“No, you aren’t. But you will be.”
“What the fuck is going on, Kytten?”
I looked at Sam, pleading silently with my eyes for her not to tell Arsyn anything. I wasn’t ready for the Nyght Nymphs to know any of my secrets.
The front door opened, and Harmony and Lucky walked in. Harmony was Asian. I wasn’t sure exactly where her family hailed from, but she was as beautiful on the outside with her long dark hair as she was on the inside.
Lucky was Irish. You couldn’t miss her flaming red hair and her bright green eyes. Seeing these two here warmed my heart. And it made me wonder why I had ever believed Syrena’s lies.
I ran across the room and threw myself at Harmony. She was aptly named and had a way of bringing peace with her everywhere she went. I clung to my friend.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?” she asked, looking around the room.
“I’m just glad to see you. It’s been a lot the last few days.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cash
Letting Rose go to be cared for by the old ladies was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I wanted her by my side, where I could watch over her and protect her. Instead, I was in church with King and the officers, along with Sypher, Dante, and Torment.
“Where the fuck is she?” Dante cried.
“We don’t know. The SUVs have trackers, and she went to a bar in Sydney. I sent the prospect out there, and the vehicle is there, but she isn’t,” King explained.
“Should have put a damn tracker on her,” Dante mumbled.
“Babe, calm down. We’ll find her.”
“I called Valhalla. And Bane,” King said.
“Why?” Dante asked cautiously.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Sypher,” King apologized.
“It’s not your fault, King. I should have told him before we got here.”
