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Hours later, after way too much Chief Taylor for my sanity, and ten thousand apologies from Jack, I’m done for the night. Kane picks me up in one of his fancy sports cars and we end up at the kitchen island, eating pizza again, because there’s nothing else this time of night.

But Kane can’t stop laughing long enough to eat. “Elsa smashed ice cream in your face. Then Jack shoved a pie in her face and tackled you.”

“How many times are you going to repeat that?” I shove pizza in my mouth.

“There’s not many things that make me laugh like this, bella, but it sounds like a bad comedy.”

“Yeah, well, Jack and his pie probably saved my life yet again.”

“Hire him, Lilah. He deserves it.”

“He spit meat in his napkin.”

His brows inch up. “I don’t even want to know what that means.”

“Exactly. But okay, yes. I’ll hire him. You think Ghost is going to go after my father?”

“Do you?”

“I think he will. I think it’s going to be at the party.”

“Me too, bella. And we’ll be ready.”

“I question the validity of that statement so I’m just going to point out a positive about tonight.”

“You lived?”

“And I didn’t stab her to death. I didn’t arrest her, but I wasn’t the one who killed Elsa.”

“That’s a good thing, but feel free to stab Ghost as many times and ways as you wish. Do not hesitate, Lilah, or you will be dead.”