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“It’s nice to meet you,” I said. “Though I wish it’d been under different circumstances.”
Jessa’s brows rose. “I know who you are, because we had our private investigator look into you in the twenty or so hours we gave him upon hearing about Mar… Maven being alive. But how about you do the introduction thing anyway, just for propriety’s sake.”
I liked her a lot.
“You remind me of her,” I let her hand drop. “I’m Auden Carter, and your granddaughter is the love of my life.”
Maven’s grandmother beamed. “I only pass my best traits down to my grandchildren.”
Shasha scoffed. “What about that drinking gene that Nastya likes to blame on you at least once a week?”
Jessa snorted. “That’s just silly. Her drinking is recreational, not an issue.”
My lips twitched.
“Someone needs to let me up before we have problems.”
Jessa looked down at the worm on the floor.
Her doing that reminded me of why my fucking face hurt so goddamn bad.
He’d shot me. He’d tried to kill me.
I reached for my phone and called in legitimate backup.
When I was done relaying the information, Jessa had an odd look on her face.
“What?” I asked.
She looked over at Shasha, then back to me. “Oh, nothing.”
Her words had me curious, but the throb of my face had me letting the curiosity go.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom and check this out,” I said. “Can y’all handle him?”
“You might want to change your clothes so that when my sister sees you, she doesn’t lose her shit.” He paused. “That is, of course, if she reciprocates the love of your life thing.”
“You’re not her brother, I am,” Scott snarled, trying in vain to make an attempt at taking Shasha out, and failing.
Miserably.
And who was the one that kept the attack from happening?
Jessa Semyonov.
She delivered one swift kick right to Scott’s nose, and he was out like a light.
“Gran,” Milena sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you not to choose violence? You’re not the same young girl you used to be. You could seriously hurt yourself.”
“I have steel toes on, Milena,” Jessa grumbled.
I looked down and, sure enough, she did have steel toes on.
How had I missed that before?
I shook my head and left the three of them bickering, wondering what it was about them that let me know they were more than capable of handling Scott on their own.
Hell, even if Jessa was alone, I’d trust her to handle Scott.
