Hupotasso (Vampire Bachelor Games #2)

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“Straight to the castle?”

“Yes.”

I lean back in the plane seat and shake my head, trying to decide which of my million questions to ask first.

“So, he’s cancelled the honeymoon and ordered you to take me to England on the Lear. He doesn’t even want to be on a plane with me?”

“No honeymoon,” Jag sighs, “and no, he has no wish to be in your presence. Wolf has escorted him home and they await you there.”

“Motherfucker!”

Jag snorts.

“Just give him some time. I’ll look into your claims. I’ll look into Tom’s assertion, and we’ll go from there.”

“Wait, Tom? TOM? That’s who ratted me out as the spy?”

“Apparently,” he takes a sip of his whisky and looks at me over the rim of his glass, “and ratted is hardly the term if you maintain you are innocent.”

“You know what I mean,” I snap. “Tom is a fucking loser, asshole, dipshit. I can’t believe Falcon would take his word over mine.”

“ Was a loser, asshole, dipshit,” Jag says quietly.

I pale as I consider the ramifications of his words.

“You mean Falcon killed him?”

“He did.”

“Great. That’s just great. How the hell are you going to look into his false claims, then? There’s no way a corpse can recant.”

“No,” he grimaces, “it is somewhat problematic.”

“Somewhat problematic,” I whisper, looking away from him and out the window. “That may as well be the story of my life.”