“Go. If I could I would.”
***
The jet was too small for Eden’s emotions. She paced up and down, concentrating on the anger trying not to let the fear in. But that little voice kept creeping in, telling her Teagan would probably kill Noah just for being Ankh, so the fact that he meant something to Eden pretty much assured his demise. As for Mhairi… what did Teagan want with her?!
Her nerves were screaming at her.
“Eden, please sit down,” Cyrus sighed, looking pained by how upset she was.
Val just sat staring ahead, locked inside herself. Like Eden.
Finally the Ankh asked softly, “Did you call Alain and Emmaline?” Eden winced as Cyrus nodded. “They know.”
Oh God, she had Noah’s parents to face. They were totally going to blame her and they would be right to. It was her fault. Teagan was her messed up family and she should have known to deal with him before hurrying off to explore her new life as an Ankh.
“How did he discover where we were?” she spat, throwing herself back into her seat. Her hands trembled as she picked up the glass of water Cyrus had pressed on her. “Was it McLeish? I’ll kill the rat.”
“It was not McLeish,” Cyrus replied patiently. “Christopher and I discovered who the traitor was.
Unbeknownst to us so did McLeish. He is dealing with it. But that particular traitor has nothing to do with Teagan finding you. I have yet to discover who that is.” The news momentarily shocked her and she sat stunned for a minute. She had been so positive McLeish was the one out to get her. “Who was it?”
Cyrus and Val shared an uneasy look before he returned his eyes to Eden’s face. “His sister.
Mary.”
Surprisingly, that news hurt. “Mary? Cameron’s mom?” She shook her head disbelieving. “She was so nice to me.”
“She was pretending. She has not recovered from her husband’s death and is abhorred by the fact that the Neith had to entertain you; had to facilitate your transition. When McLeish confided in her about Cosmina, Mary decided to try and contact her. McLeish had his suspicions so he had someone watching her. He had a few false trails set up so that the person she ended up making contact with was one of his own people. With that proof… well… he has promised to deal with her.”
“That’s it?” Eden snapped. “She tried to have me killed and he’s ‘dealing’ with it.” Val shrugged. “We can only deal with one thing at a time. Right now we’re concentrating on Noah and Mhairi; we’ll deal with McLeish and his sister later.” Eden sank back into the chair and felt a growl burrowing its way out from the back of her throat.
“I’m going to kill Teagan.”
“Someone has to,” Cyrus murmured. “His obsession with you is not something that will rest. I am afraid your second hunt may be your hardest, Eden.”
“Yeah,” she agreed hoarsely. “But not like you think.”
She could hear Val shift, as if she were uncomfortable with Eden’s tone. “What do you mean?” Rolling her head to look at them, she saw the concern flash across their features as they took in her expression. They deserved to know the truth about her. “I’m going to kill him. And I’m going to enjoy it.”
Chapter Twenty five
Hell, Sweet, Hell
Ever since he’d met the little creep, Teagan had fantasised about having him in this position. He gazed across the room until his eyes fell on Noah handcuffed to the wall. It wasn’t enough to hold him, so Teagan had injected him with another high concentration of potassium chloride. The Ankh’s head hung limply, his wrists dangling over the iron mounts locking him against the blood red wall.
“Be glad I’ve eaten, Valois, because you are looking awful tasty right now,” Teagan taunted, crossing his legs, fondling a decorative silver dagger Ryan had bought him for his eighteenth birthday. “Your boss killed my uncle. He was like a father to me.” Noah coughed weakly and Teagan wasn’t so sure there wasn’t a snort hidden in that noise. “Boo for you.”
Fury shot through him at the sound of a throaty chuckle from the other set of handcuffs. The old Neith woman smiled at him sinisterly. Teagan immediately moved to launch the dagger at Noah but at the last minute he checked himself. He needed to keep the s.o.b alive. “I’d watch it. I already hate you just for being you but the fact that your slimy little hands have been all over