“Something’s wrong, isn’t it, mon cœur?” Leon asked me, his voice quiet and serious.
I swallowed my feelings and plastered a neutral expression on my face. “Did you know?” I asked in return, watching through the open front door as Kai jogged down the driveway to collect the van containing Stanley. “You did, didn’t you? That’s why you were so vehemently against me taking the Ares contract in the first place. You knew he was the one who killed Layla.”
Leon nodded. “I knew.”
I frowned my confusion, almost letting my shell crack. “How did you refrain from killing him the minute you got an opportunity? The other night at Meow, you could have…” I trailed off, looking away. What did it even fucking matter?
“I haven’t killed him,” Leon said quietly, carefully, “because you asked me not to.”
I gave a bitter scoff. “Like it’s ever that easy.” In the distance, Kai must have decided the van looked safe, because he was driving it up to the house. “I need to check on Stanley.”
A flash of jealous rage flashed across Leon’s face when I glanced at him, which I assumed was to do with Kai returning to us. It only made my heart sink further, confirming the conclusion I’d just come to. There would be no happy ending for the three of us. Not like this.
Pushing aside my bleak thoughts, I headed outside to meet Kai as he pulled up in the shitty old van that Tito had dropped off. No wonder he was so eager to leave it and call an Uber; it was a piece of crap.
I trusted that Kai had checked it over thoroughly, so I rushed down the steps to check on Stanley.
“Danny!” Leon shouted after me, “Wait! It might be—”
I threw open the back of the van, not waiting to hear whatever else Leon needed to say. There in the middle of the rusted box, and held in place with multiple straps, was my overgrown houseplant.
“Stanley, my dude, I missed you,” I said, feeling a whole rush of emotion welling up in my throat.
Leon gave a shocked noise from somewhere close behind me, so I cleared my throat and pushed aside the urge to fall to pieces just because my plant was here with me.
“That’s Stanley?” he asked in a strangled voice.
I arched one brow. “Yeah, why? Did you expect something different?”
Leon ran a hand over his face, seemingly at a loss for words as he stared at my Stan. “Stanley… is a plant?”
Kai snorted a laugh. “Did you think Stanley was a person, rabbit?”
Leon flashed a look of pure loathing in Kai’s direction, and I stifled a sigh. “Let’s head back inside. We can deal with Stanley later.”
I closed up the van and started back up the steps with Kai close behind. Leon hung back, though, eyeing the van with suspicion. “I’m going to check this over,” he muttered, “just in case.”
Kai grumbled something about how he had already checked it thoroughly, but I didn’t care for mediating their drama anymore. Not after that shit I’d overheard. So I just continued on inside and scrubbed a hand over my face.
“I need coffee,” I mumbled, heading for the kitchen. Kai said nothing but gently grabbed my wrist as I headed for the coffee machine, tugging me to face him.
“Are you okay, Siren? You seem… different.” His searching look made me shiver, like he could see inside my head. So I gently extracted my wrist from his grip and turned away.
With my back to him, it was easier to lie to myself. Easier to pretend like I wasn’t walking wounded for what I’d heard. “My best friend just died, Kai. How am I supposed to seem?” There was a sharp edge to my voice, and I didn’t fucking care.
“Danny,” he tried again, his voice a soothing rumble, “I didn’t mean… I know you’re grieving. You can talk to me, you know? About anything. I want to be here for you, no matter what. Never forget that I love you, ātaahua.”
A bitter laugh welled up in my chest. “Like you loved Charlotte?” I wet my lips, bracing myself against all the poison swirling through my head. “You killed her because you thought she was Guild, and guess what? You were right. She played you, just like I did. The only difference is that I’m still alive.”
Kai’s lips parted, but he seemed at a loss for what to say back to that. Probably because he knew I was right. Fuck, I could have told him that just looking into her cover story didn’t mean shit. Guild mercs, especially honey traps, covered all their bases. If he’d killed me, he still wouldn’t have uncovered my real identity, everything would point to my fake identity being killed.
“Siren,” he said with a pained sigh, putting his gun down on the counter to reach for me, “Danny… please, just let me hug you?”
I wrinkled my nose, stepping back. “No, thanks. I don’t need comfort or head pats. People die, it’s just a part of life. Move on.”
Kai flinched like I’d slapped him, and Leon sauntered into the kitchen with his face like a pissed off honey badger. He paused when he looked between Kai and me, though, and one brow twitched up with curiosity.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his tone sly and calculating. No doubt he was already assessing where he could drive another wedge between me and Kai. Not that he needed to try, that was happening all on its own.
I cleared my throat, pushing aside all the affection I felt toward them both. All the love, goddamn it to hell. I shoved all that weakness aside and focused instead on the hurt, on the bitterness of betrayal, knowing that both of them were just using me.
It was all too much. First the Guild trying to have me killed, sending executioners after me and ripping away my entire sense of identity. My whole life had been torn away because of Emmanuel Blanchet and I still didn’t really know why.
Then they killed Jude… my best friend, my rock. She was dead because of me, I was certain of it. And now Carlos wanted nothing more to do with me, stripping away a friendship I never thought I’d lose.
Hearing these two talking shit behind my back made me feel like the worst kind of idiot for not seeing our relationships for what they really were. Shallow and fake. They both spouted such pretty lies to me in private, making me believe they loved me when all along they just wanted to win. By whatever means possible, regardless of how that might make me feel.
We couldn’t continue like this. Not for another day, not for another goddamn minute.
“Let me ask you two something, in all seriousness,” I said, steeling my spine and folding my arms. “What are we doing? The three of us, I mean. Putting aside this bullshit with the Circle trying to kill me—which, I might point out, only impacts me and neither of you. But put that all aside. What are we doing?”
They both just stared at me. Clueless. Or maybe they just lacked the balls to front up with how they really felt.
“Alright, let me make this easier,” I suggested, scorn dripping from my words. “Assume no one is trying to kill me. What are we doing next? Are the three of us living happily in a cohabitation scenario?”
Leon’s lip curled with disgust, and Kai’s eyes narrowed in anger.
“That’s what I thought,” I snapped, taking in their nonverbal responses. “So I’ll fucking repeat myself. What the fuck are we doing?”