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“This isn’t over.”
Brooklyn
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Days Later
“Brooklyn?”
“Hello? Who is this?” I glance at the clock on my nightstand and frown when I see it’s only five-thirty in the morning.
Thanks to the twins, I’ve gotten used to waking up early again, but I still have about forty-five minutes before Silas and Soraya need to start getting ready for daycare.
“Oh, have you forgotten my voice already?”
I feel my blood run cold, but I try to stay calm. “Enya?”
Oh my God, she actually had the nerve to call me!
Two days after our argument right after that dinner at his parents’ house, Athanasios gave me a new phone, saying it was sent by Zeus’s cousin. I accepted it without question, but I never really believed that after everything she’d done, that woman would have the guts to contact me.
I try to remember the instructions Athanasios gave me:Keep her on the phone for as long as possible.
Easier said than done, though, because I’m talking to the person who ordered my murder.
“Yes, it’s me,” she finally replies.
“How did you get this number? I changed phones.”
“I found it in the directory.”
She’s lying. The previous phone was registered under Madison’s name because when Zeus bought it for me, I was still in the hospital. This one is registered under Athanasios’s name.
“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to sound normal.
“No, how could I be? I was devastated when I heard about what happened to Moses. He was one of my few living relatives.”
“Are you an orphan, too?”
I feel bile rise in my throat as I listen to her speak so falsely about the man who, because of her, is dead.
“Yes. But I didn’t call to talk about me; I wanted to talk about you and the babies. I wish I’d been in the country when everything happened. I would’ve taken care of your children with the greatest pleasure while you were in a coma.”
I never told you I was in a coma. If you’re out of the country, how do you know that?
My nausea worsens, and I almost jump out of bed. I leave the bedroom and start walking toward my kids’ room. “Are you out of the country?”
“Yes. I had to travel for work, but now I can’t wait to see you and the babies—I never got the chance to meet them.”
And if I have anything to say about it, you never will.
She keeps talking about how much she regrets the death of her “cousin” and other things I don’t even register. My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest as I open the door to my kids’ room. After checking that they’re still asleep, I head to the living room and make sure the alarm is set. I also peek through the curtains and can finally breathe when I confirm the bodyguards are in position.
In the hallway, I run into Eleanor and make a “shh” gesture in front of my lips to stop her from saying anything.
“I was sad to hear you and Moses had a falling out, Enya. What exactly happened?”
“Is that what he told you, that we had a fight?”