Chapter 161

“I’ll get him for you, maestro.” It killed him to refer to the head thing as “master,” but he’d do whatever was necessary.

They all turned to stare at Matthew.

“You?” De Vivar’s expression suddenly became even harder. “Why would you do that for me?”

Grandfather had never believed in dissembling, but Matthew wouldn’t be dissembling. Not that it mattered: needs must when the devil rode.

“I have no love for Tyrell Small.” The name was like poison in his mouth.

“And what do you want in return?”

“My freedom. I have friends…” A lie. Grandfather had taught him family was paramount to everything, and he’d been content with that. “…and family…” An even bigger lie. The cousins all seemed to be gone, and he refused to acknowledge his siblings…Luke, Sarah, and Bethany, not the twin brats his mother had produced…“They miss me. I miss them.” And that was the biggest lie of all.

De Vivar studied him intently. What was he looking for?