Chapter 197

“The Company?”

I grin a bit sheepishly, and swish the pleats of my skirt.

“That’s what I’ve started calling the ex-Bluebloods. In my head, I was just calling them Harper and Co., and I figured it was easier to think of them as the Company.”

“Zayd’s been calling them the Harpies,” Creed drawls on the tail-end of a yawn. “Seems apropos for the situation, don’t you think?” I grin as we weave our way through the halls of the chapel building, up the stairs, and to the two-story theater that we only get to use to watch boring educational movies.

Zayd, Windsor, Zack … and Lizzie are there when we show up. Myron’s there, too, already seated in one of the luxurious black leather chairs with the automated footrests. Even though he’s weird and dark and kind of a creepy sidekick to Tristan’s elegant villainous charm, I’m glad Myron Talbot is here. If it were just me, the boys, and Lizzie Walton, it might be weird.

“Hey,” she says, giving me a little wave, and a smi