When Danica had arrived, she’d been armed to the teeth and out for blood. Asher had told her King wasn’t here and had confiscated her gun ‘for her own good’.

Now he was telling her King was here and yet he still wouldn’t give her gun back. For the same goddamn reason.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Danica demanded, mind in overdrive, making plans. She strode over to her brother, reaching straight into his jacket to take his own gun, since all of her plans involved one of those. “Let’s go.”

If King had turned up alone, he had zero back-up and was in their territory. Danica knew the Island better than he possibly could and with the element of surprise, he’d be in a body bag within the hour, she was sure of it.

Asher caught her wrist before she could take his weapon, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I told you to warn you, not so you can run headlong into something stupid.”

“Grow a dick, Asher,” she snapped, reaching again for his gun only to be blocked once more. “They killed you and now one of them is here.”

“Don’t pretend you want to do this for me.”

Danica spoke right over him, fangs pulling back as her tone became more venomous. “But if you don’t want to help me, fine.” She turned around, clicking her fingers for Onyx to follow, and stormed through the dormitory. If there was one thing she knew, it was that Asher wouldn’t let her do it alone. She had had years of practice manipulating his affections but she wasn’t convinced she’d have to try very hard when it came to King. “I’ll kill him with my bare hands if I have to.”

Asher was waiting at the top of the stairs by the time she’d gotten to the first floor, the elevator doors closing with a ping.

“Traitor,” he scolded Onyx and the expression remained on his face as he looked at his sister. “Downstairs now.”

“Baby, listen—“

“Now, Dan,” he repeated, cutting her off before she could start twisting things. Of course he wanted the same thing she did, just as much as she did too, but he knew if he left her to it, she’d be looking at a lifetime behind Island bars if she was successful. Hiding a body was difficult here.

Difficult but not impossible.

“King probably knows about us by now. He’ll be expecting a welcoming party. What he won’t be expecting is nothing.”

“Meaning?” Danica growled in the back of her throat when Asher turned her around by her shoulders and wrapped an arm around her waist to make sure she went with him.

“Meaning we do nothing. For now. He’s not stupid enough to attack us while we’re human.” Whereas he and Danica had never had that particular moral dilemma.

“I want him dead, Asher,” she stressed, gripping onto the rail to stop him taking her further.

“So do I.” But Danica meant more to him than any satisfaction he’d feel from seeing King get what was coming to him. Keeping her safe and out of trouble was his number one priority. It had been since she was born.

He reached over to her hand and peeled her fingers off the rail, one by one. “Sit tight, halfpint. Your day will come.”