Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,57
day, eyes going wide in surprise. We decided we’d drive out to have a chat with Neville, to see if we can get some inside information on what’s going on, anything that can help us and get us a step ahead of Georgia. When I was told that she lives out in the country, for some reason I wasn’t expecting some cute-ass farm. I imagined whoever lives here to be wholesome farmers, dressed in overalls or something, not Hammer’s ex–old lady, but here we are.
“Yeah, I know. She even gardens and shit,” Skylar replies, turning to Temper. “So, I’m going to go in and speak to Neville, see what he knows about where she is, and then tell him that his wife is a psychotic sociopath who has hired a bunch of hit men to kill my family, probably with his money?”
“Exactly,” Temper replies, not batting an eyelash.
“You sure you don’t want me coming in with you?” Saint asks for the third time. “I don’t know how I feel about this, Sky. Just let me come, say you wanted to introduce me to your stepdad or something.”
“You’d intimidate him,” she says, frowning. “I need him to be comfortable to tell me the truth, and to believe what I tell him. You standing there next to me, being all big and badass, isn’t going to work in our favor. Besides, we’re pretty sure Georgia isn’t here, and Neville wouldn’t harm a fly. He has always been much nicer to me than she was and has always made me feel welcome here at the farm. I want to make sure he’s okay with everything that’s going on as well. It must be a pretty shitty feeling to realize the woman you married and loved is actually a monster.”
“Fine.” He sighs. “The second anything feels off, you’re out of there. And if you’re not back in twenty minutes, I’m coming in.”
“Fine,” she agrees, kissing him, and then hops out of the car and speed walks to the front door.
I don’t know what they hope to get out of this, but I’m intrigued to see how it goes. “Is this a good idea?” I ask Temper.
“We just need to test the waters and see what information we can get from Neville,” he explains, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles. “Don’t stress, she will be fine. From what we’ve heard from Skylar, Neville is actually a really nice guy; he’s nothing like Georgia.”
“How can he be nice if he’s with someone so evil?” I ask, glancing at the farmhouse and waiting for Skylar to reappear.
“She puts on a good show,” Saint says from the back seat. “I’m talking Oscar-worthy performances. She’s the master manipulator. I don’t think you’d believe it until you see it for yourself.”
“Intelligent and crazy isn’t a good mix,” Temper adds, his eyes never leaving the door that Skylar disappeared through. “She also looks extremely approachable and friendly, like a little petite, mother-type figure.”
And I thought I had parent issues. The fact that Skylar turned out how she did even with a mother like that is a true testament to her character. She’s amazing, and she should be so proud of herself to have become such a strong, kind woman even though she didn’t have that example.
Twenty minutes pass, and Saint is about to leave the car to retrieve her when she walks back through the door. He gets out, opens the door for her, and kisses her as she reaches him.
“How did it go?” he asks her after she closes the car door.
“She doesn’t live here anymore,” she tells us, shaking her head. “Her and Neville aren’t together at all and haven’t been for a few weeks now. She emptied their joint bank accounts and left him.”
“Holy shit. So he saw her true colors when it was too late,” Saint adds.
“Yeah, and he’s pissed,” she says as we start to drive back home. “He was upset, but more pissed than anything. I never saw him angry, but I guess if my spouse cleaned out my bank accounts and left me and then I hear that she hired people to kill someone with that money, I guess