Page 275 of Vexatious Queen

“I don’t have his number.”

“Call the office, it’s forwarded to his cell until reception arrives.”

“Shouldn’t I just call 911?”

Chantry looked at me like I was an idiot. “Just do what I tell you.”

I’d never seen her like this before.

“What happened,” I asked again, pulling up the main number.

“She’s breathing and has a strong pulse,” Chantry said. “Grab a towel and hold it to the gash on her head. We want to slow the bleeding and encourage clotting.”

I felt lost and was suddenly thankful that she knew what to do. I stumbled over to the stack of fresh towels on the wall and grabbed one as I waited for the phone to connect. Then, ran back to Ren and kneeled, holding it against the wound as the phone rang.

Chantry looked at me and shrugged.

“I don’t really know what happened. I came in early to workout and was in the hallway when I heard arguing. I ran in just as Ren screamed. I saw her hit her head and fall into the pool. Mr. Sharpe ran out the back, and I jumped in after Ren. Then, you were here.”

Fucking Sharpe. Liam didn’t trust him. He’d said that the personality switch lately had seemed…off. But Dean Henry had told us to stay out of it, and now I wanted to kill Sharpe and punch Dean Henry.

“Why is there so much blood,” I asked, trying not to panic as the phone rang.

“Head wound, they bleed a lot,” Chantry said.

She reached out and grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at her.

“She’s going to be okay.”

The phone clicked.

“Dean Henry here.”

MARCH 16 – MONDAY 5:30 AM

Edmundo

“You’ve been up all night, my love. You really should get some sleep,” Ana said, trying to force me to lie down on the couch in my office. “You’re not going to be any good to anyone if you’re exhausted.”

“I know, but I just can’t help thinking about that poem. It feels like it is aimed at you and Lilya, and I’m so tired of my family being threatened,” I growled, and continued to pace.

Ana was right, I felt the fatigue from being awake for over twenty-four hours setting in, but my mind wouldn’t shut off. The anger kept me upright, the questions kept my feet moving, and my money had others working their fingers to the bone to get me answers.

Ana had changed out of her dress and was perched on my desk, eyes calm and warm as they watched me.

“Not that I like our family being threatened, but you’re incredibly sexy when you’re like this,” she said, making me smirk.

Stopping in front of her, I gave her a quick kiss.

“Any word from the guy you used for the bank job?”

She looked at her phone and shook her head.

“No news.”

“Shit.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. I had a bad feeling.