The wrong brother.
I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”
Vegas began to nod like he understood what I was saying, finally he stood up from the chair and now he walked closer until he was standing directly in front of me.
His voice dropped into something intimate and conspiratorial.
“Do you know what we need to do, baby?”
I was silent.
“We need to cut her wings,” Vegas continued smoothly. “Letting her learn from your brother won't help us, instead, it's only going to make her stronger.”
My gaze hardened as I locked in with his.