"Your mother was a liar," I walk in on Nyla saying. I wince slightly. Isabel was a sore subject.
While Ian and Nyla argued, I remained silent. Thinking about what Isabel had inevitably brought up. Natalie. I knew Ian still had a shrine to her- her bedroom. Honestly, I went there at least one a week. Her Prada bags, her Chanel dresses, Gucci shoes. Everything exactly as it was.
I finally intervened. "Ian, you can't protect her."
Ian nods slightly, and I groan mentally. A catch is soon to be here. "Maybe not, after what Natalia's told me, but maybe I can help you." Sam looked surprised, but I knew my eyes only held exasperation.
"Come on," Nyla gestures to everyone. "If Ian's to help us, we need to make up a story for the other Cahills."
"Why can't they know?" Ian questions. I sigh again. As Natalie once said, for someone who's supposed to be smarter than a supercomputer, Ian's a real idiot.
Now Samantha and I raise my eyebrows.
"You really think we'd be safer with the lot of them?" Samantha asks, and I smirk.
"With them arguing?" Nyla adds.
Sam smirks at me, and I glare at her. Nyla catches the smirk, and I can tell she's rolling her eyes internally. I glare at her.
"Let's go," Nyla says.
We head out.
"Let's catch a cab." Sam suggests.
Ian and I look horrified. "A cab?"
Nyla laughs. "Sam, Emily and Ian always- and I mean always- have ridden in limousines. They're not going to adjust well."
"Where are we going anyway?" I ask. "The hotel, or.."
Nyla shrugs mysteriously, and I resist punching her.
"Cool it, Em, you'll know soon." Ian puts in.
I pull out my phone. "Hello? Yes, come here immediately."
The chauffeur queries, "Where are you?"
I hiss. "As you should very well know, we are near the Spasky Manor. Get here. Immediately. Or else."
The chauffeur gulps as I hang up.
"Well, we've got a ride. We'll talk in the car." I state.
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