Page 104 of Stolen Faith
“No one is just going to randomly ask their cheating spouse about a secret society founded on arranged menages. Either the wife told you about the Trinity Masters for reasons I can’t figure out, or you knew another way.”
“Maybe the lover was wearing their ring,” Devon offered.
“Possible,” Juliette said, but shook her head. “We could do this all day. Rowan, do you still have the knife?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Give it to me, please.”
The mood in the room changed and shifted to tense anticipation as Juliette took the knife. She touched the tip with her finger. “This isn’t very sharp. Barry didn’t take care of it.”
She rose and looked at Jonah. She was dangerous and almost regal, despite the dirty hospital robe and red sash outfit.
“It’s going to hurt when I stab you with this,” Juliette said softly.
“What?” Jonah’s eyes went wide.
“Rowan, if you’d please hold him.”
Rowan had gone back to the door, but now he pushed away from the wall, grimacing slightly.
“I’ll do it.” Brennon stepped up. “His ribs are hurt.”
Juliette nodded. “Hold him down.”
Brennon reached over the back of the chair, grabbed the other man’s shoulders, and pressed down. Jonah couldn’t get out of the chair, thanks to the tape, but Brennon holding him muted Jonah’s thrashing. He was kicking with his legs, but Juliette stood to the side, out of range.
“I’m going to stab you in the thigh with this,” she said. “You won’t die, I won’t go anywhere near your artery, but it will hurt. That’s a big muscle. This thing is blunt. It will probably hurt more when I pull it out.” Juliette bent down over the arm of the chair, whispering for Jonah’s ears only, but Brennon was close enough to hear it. “I’m going to do it over and over again until you tell me exactly how you know about the Trinity Masters.”
Juliette raised her arm, Brennon bore down on Jonah’s shoulders, and—
“Ryan! Ryan Myers!”
Juliette frowned, then looked over her shoulder at Devon, who still had the phone to his ear. He’d stopped talking, and it became instantly apparent to Brennon that the Grand Master and her councilor knew exactly who Ryan Myers was.
“Three years ago, he came to me, a lost soul,” Jonah spat the words, but he was talking fast, finally giving them the information they needed. “He said he’d killed his father, said the man had lived in sin with two wives, and that he’d killed them too.”
Devon sighed, looking at Juliette grimly.
“I counseled him,” Jonah babbled. “He told me who the Trinity Masters were, what they could do. About the Grand Master and who he was.” Jonah’s eyes flicked from Devon to Juliette.
“Down!”
Brennon’s head whipped up at Rowan’s shouted command. He looked over in time to see Rowan dive to the ground in front of the door and grab something on the floor. A small circular disk. Rowan shoved it back under the door, then rolled up against the bottom, using his body as a stopper.
There was a pop from the hallway and a flash of light barely visible through the cracks around the door.
“Open up,” a voice commanded from the hallway. “We’re prepared to use lethal force.”
Jonah looked at Juliette and laughed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Izabel’s stomach knotted with fear. She eyed the door even as she ran to the bathroom. She hadn’t wanted to watch Juliette stab Jonah—because it seemed gross, not because she objected—which meant she’d been looking over at Rowan when the men outside slid something under the door. Rowan had hit the ground hard when he dove, then forced it back out into the hall.
He was currently using his body as a draft stop, and she was going to fix that. She didn’t want him anywhere near that door.
Izabel grabbed a big towel from the bathroom, rolling it as she raced out.