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brother had no idea how truthful I was being. I was every bit as interested as Jade to hear what Colin had to say, and I had plenty of questions for him.
Melanie and Ruby were in the family room, so I led Colin to the formal living room, which we hardly ever used. However, it was quiet and secluded and no way would anyone overhear us from Talon’s office or the family room. Not that I cared. I’d tell them all everything eventually. But Colin needed to feel secure if I was going to get the truth out of him.
He walked in tentatively, looking a little scared to sit down on the gold silk brocade sofa. When Jade took a seat, he sat next to her at the opposite end of the couch.
“Do you need anything?” I asked Jade.
“Maybe some peppermint tea,” she said.
“You want some?” I asked Colin.
“No. Just some water.”
“Okay. No talking until I get back.”
I quickly prepared Jade’s tea and returned with the cup and a glass of water for Colin. He sat stiffly on the couch, quiet. Apparently they’d taken me seriously when I said no talking, though I hadn’t meant small talk.
I sat in the chair closest to Jade. I was tempted to take the couch between her and Colin, but that felt…strange. I wanted to protect Jade, but I felt I could do it better next to her, where we could both look at Colin. Make it two against one.
I waited a few seconds for one of them to say something, but neither did.
“So why are you here, Colin?” I asked to break the ice.
“I told you. I was worried about Jade.”
Again, I waited for Jade to reply. When she didn’t, I said, “We’re looking for the real reason.”
“That is the real—”
“Colin, we weren’t born yesterday.” I met his gaze sternly. “You don’t come over to your ex’s home—where she lives with her muscled husband—at nine at night to see if she’s okay.”
Colin opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face had returned to normalcy, handsome and high cheekboned, no longer gaunt from being starved and tortured by Tom Simpson. The only remnants were a few scars on his brow and one on his jawline, which would fade given more time.
Clothes hid the rest of the scars. Joe had told us in detail how he’d found Colin—naked and shaved, skin and bones with bruises and lacerations. He was wearing long sleeves, which made sense in February, but we were having a mild winter. I’d been wearing T-shirts and tanks around the house.
Jade bit her bottom lip, a gesture we had in common. Then she reached toward Colin and laid her hand on his. I stifled the surprised jerk that threatened me.
“I understand what you’ve been through, and I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t blame you,” Colin said.
His tone was…ambivalent. Was he lying? I couldn’t tell.
“Your father does,” I said, not in the nicest way. “Even though my brother was the one who rescued you.”
Colin reddened…and again said nothing, just fidgeted with the left sleeve of his shirt.
“You need to call him off,” I continued. “We’re dealing with enough crap right now.”
“Marj…” Jade began.
“I’m right, and you know it,” I said. “You’re pregnant. Melanie’s pregnant. You guys don’t need more crap coming your way. None of us do. We’re all victims here in our own way, and none of us are responsible for what happened to you, Colin.”
“I just said I don’t—”
“You said you don’t blame Jade. What about Talon? What about Joe? What about what your father tried to do to him?”
“I stopped that.”
“As you should have. But he’s still up to something, and you’re going to tell us what it is.”
Chapter Forty–Four
Bryce
“Please, Bryce,” Frankie said through my phone. “I just want to see him.”
“No,” I said for the third time. “It’s not going to happen. You relinquished your parental rights, and I owe you nothing.”
“I know that. I just thought, since I was in town—”
“You thought wrong. You have no idea what’s going on in my life right now, and you’ve upset my mother. I can’t have that. Henry is fine. He’s a happy, healthy toddler. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
“But I—”
“This conversation is over, Frankie. Don’t call here again.” I pushed End so violently that my mother’s phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.
Had I been too harsh? I couldn’t bring myself to care. Too much else cluttered my mind.