“That trip inside Mount Weather sure as hell is a lost cause,” Paris shot back.
“For them, yes. Not for me.” Luc shrugged, causing the edges of his hair to sway. “They get captured, they’ll get back out, with what I want.”
For a moment, all Paris could do was stare at Luc. There was no guarantee that if those two teenagers were captured, they’d survive long enough to get what Luc wanted, but Luc knew that. Luc was just willing to risk their lives.
Luc would risk everyone’s life, including Paris’s, to get what he wanted.
He sighed as his gaze flickered to the closed door behind the desk. “And what if it doesn’t work, Luc? What if the newest serum doesn’t heal Nadine?”
A flicker of emotion crawled across Luc’s normally impassive expression, tightening the corners of his almond-shaped eyes. “Then I will make sure Sergeant Dasher and Nancy Husher pay for what they’ve done to her.” Paris didn’t respond to that, because what could he say? Killing was bad? Revenge got you nowhere? And what Dasher and those at Daedalus had done to Nadine, what they had done to so many innocent people and Luxen, weren’t actions easily forgivable.
Leaning forward, Luc tossed what he held onto the desk. It was a photograph. Paris immediately recognized the man. It was Sergeant Dasher in full uniform standing next to a shorter woman with sleek ash-colored hair. In front of them was a young blonde girl. She smiled at the camera so broadly that her full cheeks looked like she had a mouthful of cotton. A cute little thing—a cute little human thing.
An icy chill powered down Paris’s spine as he lifted his gaze and looked at Luc.
“You know who that man is,” Luc said, laughing softly. “That’s his wife, Sylvia. She’s what men with small…well, you-know-whats, like to call a trophy wife. And that big-cheeked girl is his daughter, Evelyn. We all know what Husher loves most in this world and that isn’t her. I will take them. And that girl there?” He paused. “That’s his pride and joy.”
Paris had no idea how Luc got a hold of the family picture, but then again, Luc could get almost whatever he wanted.
“I will destroy him and Nancy, and everything they cherish in this world,” Luc said calmly, as if he were discussing inviting them over for dinner.
“Even the girl?” he murmured. “Seriously?”
His purplish gaze was flat. “Even her.”
Those two words rocked Paris. He jerked in his seat. Sometimes he forgot that there were very few things in this world more frightening than what Luc was and what he was capable of.
And then there were moments like this when Luc, oh so kindly reminded him that he was the furthest thing from human and that he would do anything, risk anyone, to get what he wanted.
Paris’s gaze fell to the photo lying next to the cash. He didn’t look at the sergeant or his wife. His gaze lingered on the smiling face of the girl only a year or two younger than Luc.
Evelyn Dasher.
Paris knew, and maybe even a small part of Luc realized, that what had been done to Nadine could never be undone, no matter what Luc got his hands on.
Evelyn Dasher was as good as dead.
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