Oh, man.
“Yates, I—”
The door opened again as Dermot brought food in for me, my eyes lighting up on the bowl of what appeared to be pasta. Yates gently pulled me down on his lap as everyone, including Stratton, spread out through the room, leaving me to my pasta as I ate it slowly, feeling a bit self-conscious, but not enough to not eat.
“Princess.” King paced slightly as I put a fork up to my lips, taking a bite while watching him cautiously. “Do you have any idea of who could be behind this?”
“I have a guess.”
Every single one of their gazes sharpened as I nibbled my lip.
“Who?”
I looked to Yates and answered, “Abby Brooks.”
Silence filled the space as the boys exchanged a look that had my spine chilling.
“What?”
“There is something we need to talk about,” King said, his voice tired.
Why did I have a feeling this was going to be bad?