“Sam. She had a father and a mother. So maybe we weren’t the reason she was burned,” Eden said, looking at her brother.
“Could be.”
“Well, we can sort that out later,” Emma said. “Another thing that we found for all of you, including both you and your brother.”
This woman was killing her with her dramatic pauses. “What?”
“Every single one of you had a price on your head.”
“Are you saying that there was a hit on each of us?”
“Yep. And both you and Elwood have active hits on you right now.”
“It’s been on us that long? Three years?”
“No,” Emma said. “This hit was put on you just in the last three months.”
Eleven
Waiting to return to TFH until the next morning just about killed Eden. She was ready to get out there and kick some ass, although she didn’t know which way to go. Kap had done his best to distract her with another multiple orgasm event, and she only got a few hours of sleep.
Her eyes were still gritty by the time they got to TFH headquarters. She might have her head held high and look like she was ready for a fight, but truthfully, she was tired. Tired of this asshole who wanted to hurt her, hurt her brother…and tired of pretending that she was a strong person. She wasn’t. She was an imposter.
That was the worst part of it all. She and El had the same training, and she excelled at her job at Dillon, but she was never more than an asset to the CIA. El had been the one who went out on missions. He had put his life on the line, while she had hosted parties and socialized at embassies and consulates.
When they stepped into the common room, it was a hub of activity. Team Alpha and Bravo had assembled, along with a couple of people she didn’t recognize.
“Your bosses are here,” Kap murmured, nodding to Del’s office.
She glanced over, and her shoulders drooped. Warner and Dillon were there, and her heart sank. Maybe they would choose to let her and El go because they were too much of a problem. Having two of your agents targeted by a nut job would probably not be good for business.
“What’s wrong?”
She looked at Kap. “Nothing’s wrong.”
One eyebrow raised in question, and, dammit, that was sexy. Whatever he saw when he looked at her had him grabbing her hand.
“Give us a sec, guys. We’ll be right back.”
“Wait, where’s my brother?”
“He just pulled into the parking lot,” Drew said.
She nodded, then let Kap drag her away. Once in his office, he shut the door, released her hand, and leaned back against the door.
“Are you blocking me from leaving?”
He shook his head.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Eden.”
She said nothing because she felt her nerves fraying, as if they would come all unbound and she would start blubbering. She couldn’t do that. It was a weakness she had, one that she had beaten out of herself. Showing emotion on the job.
