Chapter 43-1
Kiana
“Why is Claudine Frost so interested in you anyway?” Amelia asked Finn as she sat cross-legged on one of the new bar stools that had just been installed early this morning.
Finn, tenser than ever, didn’t like that I wasn’t in the office. The bar had its own door and far too
many windows, not to mention, it had a separate entry into the kitchen. Despite the extra
manpower watching me, Finn still thought I was too exposed in the bar.
I understood. I really did, but I’d just spent three hours in my small, cramped office listening to the
others complain outside. Bridget was a gamma. She hated bodyguard duty, even if we’d sort of
become friends. Amelia was fine with it but antsy, and she seemed to get off on poking at Finn.
The other three guards who rotated between outside and inside were not quiet about their own
annoyance for guarding the fake mate.
Fake mate.
I couldn’t even complain about it. It was how I felt about myself, wasn’t it?
But a girl can only take so much, so I was spending some time touring the new upgrades.
It was amazing how much work had been done in so little time. All I needed was staffing, a menu,
and a distribution order.
“Who knows,” Finn said tersely. “Maybe I had a run in with one of her guards when I was a rogue.”
Opening the step stool, I climbed on top and started counting the liquor bottles on the wall. Everything that had been broken was replaced, and Troy had apparently a few others to stock. He’d refused to send me the order form, so he was planning on paying for it out of pocket.
That meant it would have to be entered into the system manually.
“Oh, come on. There has to be something you’re not telling us because it pisses you off. Did you sleep with her when you were a rogue? She’s a little too old for you, but I hear she likes to have a new wolf in her bed every night. I bet she just ate you up,” Amelia cackled.
“She isn’t the problem,” I said without turning around
Bridget snorted. “You haven’t been part of a pack long enough to know that all the alphas are a
problem. Not just Morven.”
“Speaking of, why are we so on guard with Morven? Your daddy killed someone he was close to?”
“The opposite actually.” There was no point in keeping it a secret. “Morven was close to my father.”
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My response was met with utter silence, and I glanced over my shoulder. “What? You thought my father got away with all of his atrocious crimes for so long because he was smart? He had friends in high places. Until Troy came along, they protected him.”
“Shit, really?” Amelia snarled. “Did… Did he lay a hand on Cora?”
“No. I didn’t see him all that often, but he wasn’t there when Ragor took Cora. To my knowledge, he didn’t actually kill anyone. He just liked to hang out with my father.”
“And you?” She asked softly. “If he touched you, you have to tell Troy.”
Climbing down from the step stool, I moved it over to the other side. “Why do you think there are
so many of you guarding me? And Troy can’t do anything to him. We weren’t mates then. He didn’t
even know about me then.”
“Wait a minute, this is too much of a coincidence. Morven is friends with your father, and now, just
when you’re mated to Troy, he finds the excuse to come here?”
“It’s not a sudden coincidence,” Bridget chimed in. “Kiana has been Troy’s mate for years, and it
hasn’t been a secret. He’s coming because of the witches, although he probably will try and take
advantage of the situation. We need to be…careful.”
Bridget’s phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her pocket and stiffened before sighing. “I need to take this. Assume a two-man guard until I get back,” she said before she exited the restaurant.
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