7. VALIANT

“Daisy isn’t in her room.”

My eyes snapped up from the newspaper. “What do you mean she’s not in her room?”

“Don’t fuck with me Val,” Alex growled. “I checked the nest and the bathroom. She’s not here!”

“You think that she left?” I frowned. “Why would she leave?”

“Because John told her that she would be staying for two weeks, not a fucking month.”

Letting out a sigh, I closed the newspaper and neatly folded it before I placed it down on the table. He was angry, and angry Alexander made stupid decisions.

“Maybe she just went for a walk,” I suggested. “Is her stuff still in the room?”

He either ignored me or didn’t hear my question. “What if she’s meeting him somewhere? What if they are making plans for her to feed him information about us?”

It was a possibility, I silently agreed, but very unlikely. “I get the feeling that Daisy dislikes John as much as we do. If she felt anything－”

“She lives under his roof,” Alex interrupted.

“Exactly.” I sat up. “We can use her to get information