Becca sniffs loudly, hastily dabbing her wet cheek with a manicured hand, careful not to mess up her outfit, her voice shaking violently.
"I didn't invite anyone, you did.”
“What?”
“It’s Willow. You invited her over for dinner tonight, Knox. Don't you remember? You called her yesterday and told her to come over at seven. I mean… the caterers were here all afternoon preparing vegan dishes.”
I freeze. The violent rush of blood in my ears slows just a fraction as her words sink in.
Willow.
Fuck. The dinner. I completely forgot.
I take a slow, deep breath, forcing my hand away from my gun, forcing the wild, manic edge down into the dark corners of my mind. I run my fingers through my hair, exhaling a long, shuddering breath of stagnant air.
Willow. Cobra’s long-lost daughter. Zara’ an
