Fia watched Ric walk away with the distinct impression that she was missing something and that she had ruined his day. Finally he was out of sight and she forced herself to push him out of mind, too. She wondered if he'd known that he'd won? That she would have left if he'd demanded it. Maybe she should have anyway. She had some idea of what the Brotherhood did. The very word itself spoke to something deep inside of her. Spoke to the same place the gang had. Resonated. But if Julio was determined to undermine her place? Determined that she could never belong? That she was untrustworthy and he spread that to the others? Maybe she would be better off out there. Again she couldn't help but think that part of what twisted her up at the thought was that this was Julio. Someone she'd trusted herself. Hell, someone she'd trusted with herself, unarmed and at her most vulnerable.
"Yeah," she agreed softly. "Let's get you settled in and find a bottle of something that's at least 151 proof. I think I have a bottle of rum that's full. Seems like a good night to make it empty."