Page 117 of Havoc

Willa hums, a challenge brewing in her stormy-gray eyes. “It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough.”

Her dark eyebrow hitches, and the first hint of amusement passes over her pale cheeks.

“How’s my brother?” Chaos asks, but there’s no friendliness to it.

“Wouldn’t know, we broke up.”

That has Chaos’s back stiffening, but he doesn’t let his thoughts crack his cold expression. “So you aren’t here to do his dirty work?”

Willa smiles, but it’s not sweet. And when she reaches into her purse to pull out an envelope, there’s nothing but determination blazing in her eyes.

“Nope.” Her lips pop as she hands the envelope to Chaos. “We’ve had our differences, but in this case, I’m unfortunately on your side. I’m here to say give him hell.”

At that, she spins on her heels and walks away. While Chaos sits frozen, watching her leave.