Page 134 of Ruthless Savage

“Yeah, probably.” I glance around, wondering where Devlin went to.

He was just talking to Tynan and Gio, and now they’re all gone.

“Is Devlin still with the guys?”

“Yeah, I think they went inside the house. I’m sure they’ll be out soon.” She tugs me to her. “Let’s go get a drink.”

She pulls me toward one of the bars and orders us both watermelon margaritas.

“What are you so worried about? They’re here. Nothing’s happening to Devlin, I promise.” Iseult hands me my drink.

I nod and force myself to take a sip so I can calm down. She’s right. Nothing will happen to them at my father’s house.

“If you’re concerned about Mason, don’t be. He’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

It hits me then, the meaning of her words.

“Oh my God.” My hand falls across my mouth. “Is he…”

“I won’t lie to you. You know that.”

A pulse throbs in my temple. They killed him.

“Don’t feel sorry for him.” Her face twists. “He hurt you. He betrayed us. Worked with the people coming after you and Devlin. If he wasn’t dead, I’d kill him again.”

My eyes pop wider. It’s all too much.

“This is why Devlin didn’t want to tell you,” she says, taking my hand in hers. “He wants to protect you. He loves you, Eriu.”

“I know he does. I just don’t understand how easy murdering someone can be for you.”

“I never want you to understand.” Her lips thin as she blows a breath. “Come on, let’s go dance.”

She drags me toward the dance floor, and after a few minutes, I start to move, closing my eyes and trying to forget everything. Song after song, I’m there with my sister until we both find ourselves laughing and having a great time.

“Let’s go powder our noses.” She takes our drinks, leaving them at the bar, before we head into the guest bathroom, right through the first set of glass doors.

Waiters bustle around with more food, bringing out trays for the one hundred-plus guests in attendance.

I don’t see Devlin anywhere as we enter the restroom. I can’t help but worry, even when it’s kind of irrational.

He’s fine here. He can take care of himself. I give myself a quick pep talk.

“I think you need some more lipstick.” Iseult removes the deep red tube she had me use when she did my makeup earlier. She inspects me inquisitively, then proceeds to add blush to my cheeks.

She takes a few steps back and narrows her gaze as she looks me up and down, and I’m surprised her five-inch stilettos aren’t getting caught in her long emerald-green gown.

“I think we’re good now.” I snicker. “It’s not like this is my wedding.”

Her eyes go round.

“What’s that face…” My voice trails. “Iseult?”

But she doesn’t say anything. Then it hits me…

She did my hair and makeup. She pressured me to buy this dress as opposed to the colorful ones I was trying on.

“Oh my God. No!” My head spins. “Iseult! Tell me this isn’t my wedding?”

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