Remy put both hands on the hilt, the male began begging. “No, please. Don’t do this. I’ll give you anything. Money. My home. We didn’t hurt your ma—” Remy swung, and Elias’s words were cut off, replaced with the thud of his head landing at Anna’s feet. Anna screamed, falling to her knees. The female reached for Elias’s head but pulled back at the last minute.
“I’ll kill you!” she yelled at Isla, not Remy. Anna lunged to her feet, intent clear. Lorenzo caught the female before she got two steps in. “Let me go! You can’t just murder someone for no good reason!”
“No good reason?” Isla crossed the room, getting right in the other female’s face. “You bought me like you would a piece of furniture. You locked me away for months. Used me in an attempt at getting a child with Original blood because Elias found you lacking. How does that make you feel, Anna? To know your own mate needed another female to give him the perfect offspring? You two deserved each other, and now you can see how it felt to be trapped inside.” Isla turned to Remy. “Can we go now?”
“We sure can.” Remy held out his hand, and Isla took it. Their group left Anna screaming at them. When they reached the door, Isla turned to the other female, waved, and closed the door.
Remy turned Isla so she was facing him. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor? Are you…?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the question.
Isla’s bottom lip quivered. “I don’t think I’m pregnant if that’s what you were going to ask, but it has been a couple weeks since the last time the doctor tried to, you know.” Isla took a step back. “Remy, what if… What if I am?”
“If you are, then Rain will be an older brother. You said it’s only been two weeks, so if the gods decided you were to have this child, it was for a reason. If you are pregnant, then this will be as much my child as Rain is. Do you understand me?”
Isla nodded as tears streamed down her face. “Gods, I love you. I love you, Remy Durand.”
“I thought your last name was Doucet,” Lorenzo said.
“I changed it when I moved to California. I didn’t want anyone questioning if I was one of the Durands who own the vineyards in France.”
“Makes sense.”
“Remy, what do you want to do about Nash?” Tamian gestured to the SUV where Isla’s brother was still lying.
“He’s here?” Isla asked.
“Yes. I may have paralyzed him a bit. I injected him with wolfsbane, and, well, he pissed me off.”
“You’re not the only one.” Isla fisted her hands. “He claims our father wanted Rain and me dead, so instead of carrying out his wishes, he sold us to be used. How was that any better? If he cared so much, why didn’t he send me back to you where you could protect me?” Shaking her head, she muttered, “Stupid, fucking Hogan males.” Isla began pacing, and Remy let her. His mate had a decision to make. If it were up to him, he would take Nash’s head and send it to Felix in a box. The other males stood silently, watching and waiting. Isla stopped in front of Remy after the twenty-seventh time back and forth.
“I need to talk to my mother. What time is it?”
“It’s going on midnight here, so it should be close to noon there, right?”
Isla counted silently on her fingers. “Ten, but close enough. Fath— Felix should be at the office.”
“When Rain told me Nash was responsible for handing him over to Craven, we assumed Nash was acting of his own accord. I called Felix to ask him if he knew where Nash was, and he heard Rain’s voice. He was genuinely surprised to find out our son was alive. When we caught up to Nash earlier, he admitted he was running from your father, so Felix may or may not be at the office. He might be looking for Nash. If you call your mother, be prepared, Sweetheart. She thinks you’re dead. Maybe I should call first. Test the waters, if you will.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea. I don’t know what I’ll do if she agreed with Felix’s ideals.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Remy pulled his phone out of his back pocket, found the contact number he needed, and pressed the call button.
“Remy, is that you?” Imogen answered.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“What the hell is