Diamond Fire (Hidden Legacy #3.5)- Ilona Andrews Page 0,38

was thin and awkward, Lucian looked fit and athletic.

“What is it?” Mikel hissed. “I’ve wired the payment. What the hell do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you. You . . .”

“Then stay the hell away from me. There’s no more. You’re bleeding me dry as it is. Leave me alone.”

Mikel took off down the path at a near run.

Lucian looked after him and sneered. There was something very familiar about that sneer. Lucian pulled out his phone and typed something.

“Who is he texting?” I wondered aloud.

“No way to tell,” Bern said. “The angle is wrong.”

Lucian didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. We waited.

A slim figure came down the path and stopped by the table, her chestnut hair spilling over her shoulder.

“Have you lost your mind?” Eva asked.

“I miss you,” Lucian said.

What?

“Really? Now, here of all places, with all the family here, you miss me?”

Lucian moved toward her, and she stepped back.

“What you and I did is in the past,” Eva said. “It’s over. It has to be over.”

“It’s not really over, is it? Some consequences can’t be ignored. Especially when they blunder so badly.” He took another step toward her. “Come on, Eva. Let me help you escape this house, if only for an hour or two.”

She turned around and dashed down the path. Lucian rolled his eyes and started walking in the direction of the house at a leisurely pace.

“Clearly, this is not Lucian’s night,” Bern said.

“Can you bring up Lucian’s image?” I asked.

Lucian’s face filled the screen. He was a very handsome man. Dark hair and a distinctive line of the jaw.

I picked up my phone and dialed Rogan’s number. He answered, “Yes.”

“Can I have permission to request a DNA test from the Scroll database to determine if someone is a relative of House Rogan?”

“Why?” Rogan asked.

I told him.

“I’ll make the call,” he said.

I thanked him and hung up.

“Well, that is a hell of a thing,” Bern said.

I rubbed my face and wished I hadn’t. It hurt. “This is a messed-up family.”

“I’ve got a very nice shot of Isabella collecting money from Elba and restocking her with Oxy,” Bern said. “Does that cheer you up?”

“We still don’t know who took the Sealight.”

“You should rest,” Bern said. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“I want to look at some more footage. Maybe there’s something I missed.”

Bern got up and put the laptop in front of me. “The folders are marked by date. Have fun.”

It was past 1:00 a.m., when I watched a gang of kids run down the hallway. Behind them Mrs. Rogan followed in her wheelchair, a happy smile on her face. You would never know she was a dragon. Mia Rosa trailed her, dragging her stuffed unicorn.

I was so tired, I almost missed it. Mom must have heard me laughing like a lunatic, because she came in, confiscated the laptop, and chased me off to bed.

It was Friday, two days after Xavier had headbutted me and the swelling had finally gone down. I had another bruise on my shoulder, because on Thursday morning Arabella saw my face and we had to physically restrain her from jumping into the car and driving to Mountain Rose to “fix Xavier’s face so good, his mom wouldn’t recognize him.” She accidently punched me while swinging her arms, and then she felt bad, and followed me around trying to get me to eat chocolate she bought for me.

Also, on Thursday Nevada called. She had finally closed the Nightingale investigation. House Nightingale was satisfied, and Rogan and my sister were going to celebrate. Arabella and Grandma Frida wanted to know which restaurant they would be going to, and the answer turned out to be Domino’s. They had ordered pizza and spent the evening watching bad movies.

Today was the day of the rehearsal dinner. None of the high-ranking guests were coming, so it would be just the two families, Rogan’s and ours. The wedding was on Saturday, and everyone involved would be spending the night at Mountain Rose.

I had driven to Rogan’s house and met him in his kitchen, while Nevada was getting ready. Rogan was in a hurry, and so he used his magic to do several things at once. I would never get used to the coffee carafe pouring the coffee by itself.

“What’s up?” he asked, as the coffee mug landed in his hand.

“I found out some things about your family which you probably should know. They’re unpleasant.”

“I’ve known that for years.”

“No, I meant the things I found out