The other was Luis.
“Luis…” She rubbed her eyes. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on. Your dad is in the middle of a tour, and you know how stressed he gets about that.”
“Bullshit. He loves performing. The bigger the venue, the better.”
“It’s tiring, Ava. I imagine he’s exhausted.”
“You imagine nothing with him,” she bit out, her patience at an end. “You are in his business every single day. That’s why you have very nice houses in LA and Maui. So you know where he is. You know why he’s avoiding me. And you know what he’s been doing.”
Luis said nothing, because there was nothing to say. Ava had paced over close to Malachi, and he put out a hand, absently hooking a finger in her waistband and running his thumb across her skin. The small contact soothed her, and she took a deep breath.
“Ava—”
“Is he using again, Luis?”
“You know he—”
“Dumb question. He’s always using. Is he crashing?”
Luis was silent again. Ava took another deep breath and sat down on the couch. Malachi reached out and took her hand. She clutched it and could think again.
“Okay, I’m taking that silence as a yes. Where is he?”
“I can’t tell you that, honey.”
Luis only called her honey when he’d taken off his manager hat. Just like her and Jasper, she and Luis were still figuring out the boundaries of their relationship. He was her father’s right hand, but according to Lena, Luis had been the one to discourage Jasper from having a relationship with Ava when she was a child. For her sake or for Jasper’s? It could be argued either way.
The man had no life outside her father’s career. And Jasper would say he’d be useless without Luis herding him. He respected Ava. Respected her role in Jasper’s life. But her father was still the man’s first priority, and nothing she said would budge that.
“Has he hurt anyone?” Her voice was rough. She wished she didn’t care so much, but she did. She’d always loved him. Even before she knew he was her dad. It was like her mother always said—There was just something about Jasper.
“Has he hurt himself?”
“No. Nothing like that. Just… a little worse than normal. He’ll be fine.”
“I need to talk to him.”
“Not the best thing right now, Ava.”
“It’s important. It’s about…” She racked her brain. “It’s a health thing. I have some questions about family stuff on that side.”
Luis paused. “He’s not going to be able to give you much. You know that, Ava. Besides, your father’s healthy as a horse.”
“Other than the drugs?”
“Despite them.” Luis’s voice dropped. “Listen, I don’t know what deal he made with what devil, but the man has never been sick a day in his life, other than the shit he ingests himself. I’ve seen guys do… a tenth of the shit he’s done and ruin their bodies. What’s going on with your health? Lena said you were staying in Turkey with friends the last time I talked to her. Are you sick?”
Malachi must have heard the question. She kept forgetting that his talesm gave him enhanced senses when he activated them. No doubt he’d been listening the whole time.
He frowned and shook his head.
Luis hadn’t earned their trust.
Ava decided to go with attitude because being reasonable wasn’t working. “Like I’m going to tell you what’s going on with my health when you’re not even willing to tell me where my own father is.”
“Don’t be like this, Ava. If he hears that you’re sick—”
“He’ll be pissed. We both know it. So why are you keeping me from him?”
More silence.
“He’s going to hear one way or another, Luis. And I don’t think you want to be the one standing between him and his only kid. Do I need to call my mom?”
It was her one trump card, and Luis still wasn’t budging.
“Yeah, why don’t you have Lena call me, Ava?” His voice was frosty. “She’s not an immature little girl throwing a tantrum. Your mother knows what Jasper’s limits are.”
“His limits?”
“I’m done with this conversation. I’ll call you next week.”
Ava hung up her phone when Luis’s end went silent and resisted throwing it against the opposite wall.
“So,” Malachi said, “that went well.”
“Asshole.”
He raised a single eyebrow. “Is he always like that? I do not like the way he talks to you, and I’d be more than happy to make that clear.”
“Luis?” She huffed out a breath. “He’s usually pretty cool. But he’s in protective mode right now, which tells me my dad is holed up, trying to see just how many drugs he can ingest without killing himself.”
Malachi folded up the paper and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s the way he is. The way he’s always been.”
“But you don’t know where he is?”
“No.”
“Where was he last seen?”
Ava turned on her phone and pulled up the app she used to keep track of her father. The mobile application was fan-created and borderline creepy, but it had become a convenient way to keep track of Jasper and his schedule. “He had that concert in Vienna on the twentieth of last month. Then another in… Budapest. Then it looks like he went under.” She scrolled back up the page and mentally counted down. Four weeks. Six…
“Yeah,” she finally said. “He was due.”
“Due?”
“It’s just the way he is. Every eight weeks or so, when he’s touring, he’ll crash. Luis works it into his schedule. His next show isn’t for three weeks.”
“He takes a three-week vacation to get high?”
“Among other things. It’s better when he’s recording. Seems to work some of the energy out for him to be creative. I can relate,” she muttered. “I was kind of the same way before we met. Not with the drugs, but…” She shook her head. “He’ll be fine for a while. Using but functioning. Then every now and then he’ll go off and get really wasted. It varies how bad it is.”
“How bad does this seem?”
“If he’s not answering my calls or e-mails? Pretty bad.”
“Drugs?”
“Drugs. Vodka. Lots and lots of women.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
She shrugged. “It’s sad, but it really is typical music-industry stuff. A lot of these guys are like that. You wouldn’t believe the excess. Probably one of the reasons he allowed my mom and Carl to raise me without much interference.”
“Hmmm.” He was rubbing a hand over his chin, scratching at the thick stubble that had already appeared. It was his usual sign that he was mulling things over.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking…” He pulled out his own phone. “We should call Max.”
That hadn’t been what he was thinking about, but she let it pass. “Where is Max?”
“I don’t know. But he is answering his phone, and if you want to find someone, I think he’d be the one to ask.”
“You think?”
“I do.”
It wasn’t a bad idea. Malachi was clearly remembering more about his brothers after being back in the scribe house. He was easier with Leo and Rhys. Seemed more comfortable in his own skin every day that passed. And Ava knew Max was the one the others turned to when they needed information.