Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(66)

Bug blinked and ran to his workstation.

My cell rang. Please be something good. I looked at it. Rogan.

Here we go. We'd have to discuss Garen Shaffer. I knew this would happen sooner or later. "Hello?"

His voice had the calm, collected overtones of a Prime. "You promised me a dinner."

My mind made a 180-degree turn and it took me a second to catch up. "Yes."

"I'll pick you up in an hour and a half. Cocktail attire."

Cocktail attire meant there was probably a reservation. I was wearing bloodstained ACUs.

"Do you need a dress?"

What was he up to? "No. I have one."

"See you at seven."

I exhaled and trudged back down the stairs to take a shower and get dressed.

Behind me Arabella spoke into the phone. "Catalina, what are you doing? . . . Can you cancel that? Nevada needs help."



"Did he say what this was about?" Grandma Frida asked for the twelfth time.



       
         
       
        

"No."

I sat at the kitchen table and tried to work on my laptop. Bern and Cornelius were still going through Brian's correspondence, so I decided to scour his mushroom Pinterest account.

When you waited for an important phone call, ninety minutes seemed like an impossibly long time. When you had to go from blood and gore to some sort of presentable, ninety minutes was nothing. Luckily for me, my sisters had mobilized to help. The moment I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around myself, Arabella attacked my hair. Catalina appeared with an airbrush I'd bought her last Christmas, because she kept worrying about her nonexistent acne and told me to sit down and not move my face. I was dried, styled, and had a liquid mist of makeup sprayed at my face. I drew the line at contouring. If I gave them free rein, I'd come out of my bathroom with skull-like cheeks and Cleopatra-style wings on my eyes. But because of them, I had finished in record time.

Now Rogan had to show up.

The word of his previous failure to appear must've spread, because the entire family found their way to the kitchen one by one. Bern was reading a textbook in the corner. Grandma Frida sat next to me and attempted to knit something that was probably a scarf but looked like a brilliant attempt at a Gordian knot. My mother rearranged the tea drawer, which she's never done since we've had one. Arabella sat across from me, her gaze glued to her cell phone. Catalina sat on my left, texting furiously. Zeus lounged under the table by my feet, and Cornelius was drinking tea across the table. Even Leon wandered in and leaned against the wall, waiting.

Nobody was talking.

"Just out of curiosity," Cornelius said, "if Rogan doesn't arrive, will all of you skin him alive?"

"Yes," everyone except me said at the same time.

I sighed.

The doorbell rang.

I clicked the key on my laptop. The view from the front camera filled it. A woman stood at the door, wearing a dark pantsuit, her silvery-blond hair caught in a ponytail. A little girl with dark hair stood next to her holding a large white cat. A large Doberman pinscher dutifully guarded both of them. Diana, Matilda, her cat, and Bunny.

"Matilda is here," I said.

"Oh good." Catalina got up and went to open the door. A few moments later, Cornelius' sister and his daughter made their way to our kitchen.

"Daddy." Matilda held out her hands. Cornelius got up off his chair, crouched, and hugged her. Arabella discreetly took a pic with her phone. I couldn't blame her. Matilda was too cute for words.

Matilda blinked. She looked a lot like her late mother, Nari Harrison, but her expression, serious and somber, was pure Cornelius.

Behind her, Diana frowned. "What is that?" 

Matilda's eyes widened. "A kitty."

"I have a surprise for you." Cornelius smiled.

Oh. He hadn't told them.

Zeus shifted under the table, a massive furry shape, and his huge head poked out half a foot from Matilda's face.

Matilda opened her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Oh my God," Diana said.

Bunny froze in place, clearly unsure what to do.

Matilda held out her hand. Zeus nudged it with his nose. She backed up, and the huge beast squeezed all of himself out. He was a foot taller than Matilda. She gasped.

The blue beast lowered his head, and Matilda hugged his furry neck. "He's so soft."

My sisters snapped simultaneous pictures.

"He is beautiful . . ." Diana crouched and scratched under Zeus' chin. "The eyes, Cornell. Like jewels. How did you even manage this? This isn't possible."

"Feel him," Cornelius said.

"I do. That's remarkable."