My gaze shifted to the girl in question and my heart leapt as the look she gave me was filled with sadness instead of venom. Her brow furrowed as if there was something she wanted to say to me, but I turned away again before I could give it too much thought.
“Yeah. It seems like Dr Rivers might have been doing work on a vaccine before he ran. The FBI managed to hack into his laptop even though he tried to destroy it and there’s some evidence that he even manufactured a vaccine which came close to working,” Saint said, watching Tatum carefully to monitor her reaction to this news. She looked utterly fucking shocked so I was willing to bet she had just as little idea about this as she’d had about the rest of Daddy’s illegal hobbies. I guess it would suck to think you had a great parent only to find out he was the world’s biggest psychopath. Over eight hundred thousand people had died from the Hades Virus worldwide now and those numbers were only growing daily.
At least I’d always been fully aware of what my family were. No shocking revelations for me. Just pure, honest, psychopaths to rear me in their image. And I guessed they’d done a good enough job of that.
“If he was working on a vaccine, then maybe he was never planning for people to get sick like this,” Tatum said hopefully.
“Maybe he should have gotten a vaccine that worked before infecting the entire world and letting thousands of innocent people die then,” Blake snarled.
“Point is,” Saint interrupted before Tatum and Blake went for each other’s throats. “It seems like he was at least onto something. The pharmacists in Father’s pockets are all in a race to use this information to formulate a vaccine and it’s looking promising.”
“Well, text me when Daddy Warbucks comes up with the cure,” I said, finishing my food and pushing myself to my feet. “I’m good for the money.” I wasn’t, but fuck it, I’d figure that out later.
“Where are you going?” Saint asked, narrowing his eyes on me.
“Out. I won’t be back until late.”
“It’s your night with Tatum,” Saint insisted. “So you can’t go out.”
“Yeah? And who’s gonna stop me?” I didn’t look at her, but I could feel her gaze digging into my flesh.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want,” Saint said. “But if you’re going out, she’s going with you.”
“She’s not welcome,” I growled.
“Good. I don’t want to go anyway,” she added and I tossed her a sneer before looking back at Saint to finish this showdown.
“It doesn’t matter what the two of you want,” Saint hissed. “It’s your night so she’s going with you. And you’d better look after her or there’ll be hell to pay.”
One look in his soulless eyes told me he wasn’t letting this fucking battle go and I cursed as I gave in. It wasn’t worth the Saint headache anyway.
“Fine,” I snapped, turning my pissed off gaze on Tatum. “We’ll be outside so dress up warm. I’m not finishing up early because you’re feeling chilly.”
She huffed dramatically and stood, heading towards the stairs that led up to Saint’s room to get her clothes.
“You should pick what she wears,” Saint added.
“I don’t give a shit what she wears,” I snarled. “I have no intention of looking at her any more than I absolutely have to to make sure she’s not getting into any fucking trouble.”
“Fine. I’ll do it then, but you owe me one.” Saint stood and stalked after her to pick her fucking outfit and I flipped him off for his nonsense before glancing at Blake who was smirking like this whole thing had been a show put on for his entertainment.
“Here,” he said, handing over the crumpled sketch which he’d folded carefully.
I snatched it with a grunt which might have been thanks for him not passing it about or might have been me calling him an asshole for taking it in the first place.
“You want a night alone with her or do you want me to come and help you keep an eye on her?” he offered.
“There’s a fight night taking place in the woods,” I explained. “So if you wanna come, you should probably be prepared for a brawl.”
“Sure thing, brother. I’ll get my coat.” Blake strode away from me and I headed back to my room to grab my leather jacket.
It was cold enough out that I needed something thicker really but I intended to warm myself in the blood of my opponents, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.
By the time I made it back to the door, Saint had returned, a happy little smirk on his face which said he’d been up to something. I didn’t even have to ask what as Tatum appeared at the top of the stairs beyond him.
She was wearing a pair of leather pants and a transparent black body suit which hugged her figure, covering her flesh from her neck to her wrists while showing the silhouette of her bra beneath it. Her hair was loose and messed up the way I liked it and her lips were painted blood red to set off the dark eye makeup she’d put on. In short, he’d dressed his dolly up for me. And it pissed me off how much I liked it considering how much she disliked me.
“If I’d wanted to get a girl dressed up like a sex toy for me, I could have just hired a hooker,” I deadpanned, refusing to admit how much I was enjoying the view.
“Drop the bullshit, Kyan,” Tatum said lightly as she descended the stairs to join us. “Bitter isn’t a good look on you.”
“Yeah? Is that what I am?”
“Isn’t it?” she arched an eyebrow at me
