Page 59 of The Warlord

Jesus, fuck, I was acting like an animal marking my territory. When it came to Sloane, though, I couldn’t seem to help it. Shewasmine.

“Coffee, lass?” Torin asked.

“Please.”

Torin got busy pouring Sloane a cup of coffee, which she took with a smile. Bringing the mug to her mouth, she stared at me over the rim.

“Where the fuck is she?” Finnan suddenly roared, his voice echoing off the hallway walls. “I need to speak to thatbitch.” He stormed into the kitchen, his green eyes dark with anger and agitation, fixing on Sloane.

“Finnan?” I asked, placing down my coffee mug and reaching for my gun.

Jabbing a finger in her direction, he snarled, “You. In my office. Now.”

Calmly, Sloane placed her coffee mug down, threw her shoulders back, and started after him.

Torin and I shared a look.

“What do you think that’s about?” I asked, my heart racing.

Torin drained the rest of his cup and poured another. “Last night at Velvet, when we were sitting down for a drink, he mentioned something about who he suspects is leaking our information.”

“And who does he think it is?”

Torin jerked his chin in the direction Finnan and Sloane had gone.

“Sloane?” Yeah, I couldn’t keep the fucking shock out of my voice. “He thinksSloaneis the rat?”

He shrugged and took a draw off his mug. “He’s looking at everyone.”

“She’s barely been in the country for a week. How could she be responsible for anything?”Other than driving me fucking insane, I tacked on silently.

Torin shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe Finnan thinks her da sent her?”

“This is fucking insane,” I snapped. “Who he should be looking at finding is whoever ordered those car bombs.”

“I agree.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, suddenly looking wrung out.

“Is everything all right, my brother?”

Torin’s dark eyes ratcheted to my face, his eyes settling on mine for a second before lowering. “Fine. Why wouldn’t it be?”

I stretched out my neck, trying to loosen some of the tension that had started forming there. I had a suspicion there was a direct correlation between that hitch in my shoulders and Sloane being alone with Finnan—beinginterrogated.

I tried to finish my coffee, but in the end, I dumped what was remaining in my mug into the sink and walked down the hall to Finnan’s office.

Stopping outside the door, I leaned against the opposite wall, crossing my arms while I waited. I heard Finnan shouting—the violence of his words punctuated by silence as Sloane either didn’t reply or was keeping her cool.

Fuck, what were they talking about? What was being said?

The door to the office suddenly opened and Sloane walked out with her face set into a scowl. She was pissed as fuck, but one look at Finnan behind her, and I knew that it was a group session of being pissed off.

I wanted to ask what had happened when Finnan snarled, “Get your arse in here.”

Sloane flicked me an irritated look, then marched down the hallway.

I stepped into the office and Finnan shut the door behind him with an ominousclick.

“Sit down.”

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