The thought froze her. Terrified her.
Neva. She hadn't actually intended to reach out to her sister so sharply, and she winced when she heard her sister's mental gasp.
What?
Call Duncan home now, then both of you get to the Sinclair mansion and stay there.
I hate that place—
I don't care, she cut in. It's safe. No one would get to either of them there. Not without confronting the wrath of the whole Sinclair pack.
But why?
Because you both might be in danger.
Danger? Sav, what's going on?
Long story, and one I can't really explain right now. But it's very possible someone might come after you to get to me. Just promise you'll call Duncan immediately and get your ass over to the mansion.
I'm contacting him as we speak.
"Savannah?"
Cade's sharp question made her jump. “What?"
His gaze had narrowed. “What just happened?"
She drew in a shaky breath. “I have a sister living here. A very pregnant twin sister. I just ordered her to get her butt over to the Sinclair mansion."
"You have a twin?” Surprise etched his voice.
She nodded. “If this person intends to come after me, then Neva is a very good target. She's all I really care about."
He raised his eyebrow. “What about your parents? Don't you care about them?"
"Of course I care about them, but we haven't seen eye to eye for ages. Most people here in town know that."
"You're presuming this person is from Ripple Creek."
"No, I'm presuming this person has done their homework. Neva is the most logical target if someone really wants to hurt me."
"And what about your lover?"
Her gaze narrowed at his derogatory tone. “What about him?"
"Isn't he also a logical target?"
"Not when no one in town knows about us."
"Supposedly, no one knows about you and me, either."
"Ronan does."
He raised an eyebrow. “You told him?"
"Of course I told him. I refuse to sneak around behind anyone's back."
His grimace was somehow touched with sadness. “Yeah, I know."