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"About which part?" Val sneered.

I frowned. "What was that about, anyway?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm going to prepare for this meeting."

He left too, and it was just Liam and myself. For a few moments I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, but he didn't care. Instead, he washed and dried his hand and then started pulling out ingredients and pans.

Finally, I had to ask, "What are you doing?"

"Cooking breakfast." he shrugged.

I watched him pull out all the ingredients in awe. Who could eat at a time like this? As if on cue my stomach growled. If Liam heard it, he never mentioned it. With quick movements I watched him turn on the stove and put butter in the pan, before I saw the flash of yellow be poured into the pan. I decided I could go for an omelet then.

"I've been thinking," Liam said, snapping from my daydream.

"About?"

"About this entire thing...my uncle isn't a planner. He's not like me in that regard." I heard him say all while putting in some vegetables and cheese.

"I'm confused."

"Viktor is more of a brute force type of man. He takes things by vigor and force and fear....that's it. There is no thought process involved. That was why he could never be trusted with running the..." He seemed to search for words.

"Family business?" I offered up.

Liam shot me a smile over his shoulder. "Exactly. So, I wonder what made him get the stones to put all of this in motion. His only thought a few months ago was getting out of prison for assault by deadly force. He's just simply not smart enough to pull this off."

"And why pull Yara in?"

"Also, another good question," Liam replied.

He plated the omelet in front of me. "Either way, I'm getting answers tonight."

He frowned and reached out to touch my face. "You can't come to this meeting, Nova. It's too dangerous."

"Don't."

He smirked. "Don't what? Try to keep you safe?"

"Don't try to order me around."

"It won't be safe, Little Thief. If you get hurt, what will happen to Desmond. He needs you."

Taking a fork, I stabbed at the omelet. As the cheese oozed out, I contemplated Liam's words. "I'm coming, end of story. I need answers before you, well before you put a bullet in his head. I'm not confused about what you are, Liam. I see you and I understand it. I'll help you clean the scene up myself but I coming, because my sister needs me."

A sigh left his mouth, but he relented. "You think Lexi and Desmond are hungry?"

I chewed a bit before answering but Liam had already went back to busying himself. I continued to eat and let my mind drift into planning mode. I had to have all my basics covered. This was just like planning a robbery, except the object I was stealing back would be my sister and I'd have to do it while bullets were more than likely going to be flying.