Not wanting to let them know that I knew they had killed Valentine, I sighed and continued, "I decided to go to the kitchen to get something to drink, but then I ran into Theresa. She said some mean stuff and then broke my arm. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here with you guys acting like somebody died."
"Valentine's dead," Antoine announced like it was no big deal. "That was what we were hiding."
"I know." I nodded and then guilty added, "I overhead Drake, Allister, and Rayne talking about it."
Rayne arched a brow.
Chewing on my lower lip, I admitted, "I was hiding around the corner, listening in."
Drake shook his head and chuckled. "Of course, you were."
"Well," I began with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest, but being careful of my broken arm. "You guys were being assholes. If I'm part of this family now, you have to trust me. Which means letting me in on the plans. You already said before it wasn't safe for me to not know stuff. Well," I held up my broken arm, "exhibit A." The masters around me at least had the decency to look guilty about it. "I'm getting tired of getting bit and beaten by your enemies because you leave me out of the loop. I hope this is a lesson to you, because I'm running out of things to break."
Antoine nodded. "Of course. You have a valid point. We will do well to include you in the future."
I nodded my head. "Good. Now, tell me how you killed Valentine."
Suddenly, it was like I'd asked Antoine to stand on his head, because everyone fell silent and became even more depressed than before. I searched for some kind of explanation but didn't find any. Even Marcus was looking more grumpy than usual.
"What?" I questioned. "What is it?"
Once more, it was Antoine who answered, "As Drake tells me, you already saw Wynn and I follow Valentine outside to the terrace. Wynn broke his neck to knock him out and then we jumped the balcony."
I gasped and leaned forward, listening intently. I didn't know why I wanted a play-by-play of how they killed Valentine, but something inside of me needed to know. Like it wouldn't rest until I knew for sure that he was dead. Antoine continued on to explain how things went down, and with each word the others were becoming more and more upset. "Then we dumped his body in the well and returned to the party."
I hummed and frowned. "Why do you guys look like this is a bad thing? Valentine's dead. You're acting like he was one of your friends. Do I need to remind you that he almost killed me? That he, wait—" I jumped to my feet, my head swiveling around the room as my heart jutted against my rib cage. "Where's Wynn?"