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“You think she’s working with them?”
“She shot the footage for my supposed execution. She could also have helped them with the set design.”
Jynxson raises a shoulder. “Want me to pick her up?”
“Hold her in a cell. Don’t let her know it’s you.”
He nods.
A blond actor in a white coat announces Lizzie’s time of death, then she’s unstrapped from the chair. In the next scene, four men wearing lab coats stand around her corpse in a mortuary.
“Turn it off,” I mutter.
Amethyst squeezes her eyes shut and clutches her temples. “I don’t want to end up like Lizzie Bath.”
“You won’t.” I place a hand on her shoulder.
“You’ll teach me to fight, right?”
I nod. “Of course.”
She swallows. “What if they send four men after me again? Or six?”
“That’s why we’ll alternate between combat and teaching you to break through restraints.”
“Good.” She nods. “Thank you.”
Some of the tightness in my chest loosens, knowing she’s finally going to cooperate with the training. I give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Would you like to meet my sister?”
Minutes later, Camila arrives dressed in her standard uniform of black combat pants and an oversized hoodie. Her raven hair is tied back into a tight bun, which matches her expression.
“You dipped out of your welcome home party,” she says, her voice sharp with accusation.
“I had to know if he visited the grave.”
Her gaze softens. “That bastard is too slick to show his face.”
“Amethyst, this is Camila, my youngest sister.”
Amethyst’s gaze darts from me to Camila, her brow furrowing enough to make me smirk. My sister and I share so few similarities that it’s impossible to tell we’re related.
She’s five-two, olive-skinned, with eyes so dark that they appear black, while my height and coloring are the opposite. Our connection is only obvious when we’re both standing beside Isabel, who is the perfect mix of our two extremes.
“Nice to meet you.” Camila holds out a hand. “I’m a fan of your work.”
Amethyst blinks at her, startled, before reaching out to shake. “Thank you. I think?”
“Your social media campaigns helped create the chaos we needed to push forward Xero’s execution,” Camila says.
When Amethyst dips her head, I pull her into my side. She cried the morning she discovered my execution date had been brought forward, blaming herself for stirring up trouble.
She did me a favor. I didn’t just get myself arrested to gainaccess to John. Any one of my assassins, including myself, could have snuck into the prison and shanked that psychopathic bastard. We needed to lure out Father.
I shove aside that thought, refusing to believe the old bastard is dead. “Jynxson and I will both capture Camila. Watch all the different things she does to escape us.”
Amethyst gives me a sharp nod and stands back. Camila springs into action, kicking Jynxson in the shin before sprinting for the doorway. Jynxson gives chase, catching her in seconds. He grabs her bun, but she turns into his grip and delivers a punch to his balls.
“Watch how she moves.”
