Page 51 of The Reaper

“You’re leaving?” he asked. “Taking Fallon with you?”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I replied, “Yeah, I am.”

“Good.”

“Why is that good?”

He shrugged and simply said, “She trusts you.”

Ignoring the way my heart squeezed at that, I turned at the sound of quiet footfalls behind me. Fallon stepped into the room, placing a small bag at her feet. Keir—the bastard—smiled at her, and I wanted to punch him in the face. Nobody got to smile at my Filly but me.

“Keep it in your fucking pants,” I grumbled to him, then turned to face the woman who was turning my ordered world upside down. “Are you ready?”

She bobbed her head.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days,” I told Keir, then walked toward Fallon. Her blue eyes skimmed down my body, then back to my face, her cheeks growing pink. I didn’t know why, but I liked seeing that on her. Knowing that I could elicit that response.

“Did you pack a bag?” she asked quietly.

Fuck. “It’ll only take me a moment. Do you want to come with me, or …” I peered over my shoulder at Keir. “Will you be okay?”

“She has nothing to fear from me,” Keir said.

Ignoring the bastard, I repeated my question to Fallon.

“I’ll be fine.”

I stared at her a beat longer, then turned my eyes to Keir. “Don’t fucking touch her. Don’t fucking approach her,” I warned, jabbing my finger in his direction. To Fallon I said, “Give me five.”

I strode up the stairs and back to my bedroom. Pulling a duffel bag from under the bed, I filled it with enough clothes for a couple of days along with my toothbrush. Back in the kitchen, I found Keir trying to engage in conversation with Fallon, but she was only giving him one-word answers.

I shot Keir a warning look. “I thought I told you to leave her the fuck alone.”

“Aye, you told me not to touch her or approach her. I was just trying to talk to the lass.”

Fucking Keir with hisfuckingloopholes.

“Come on.” I waited for Fallon to follow me outside. Once she was buckled into the Rover beside me, I peeled out of the driveway and started heading in the direction of Westport.

“Where are we going? Did your plans to go to Limerick change?”

I grunted. “Finnan wants me to look for someone.”

Her eyes widened. “To kill?”

My head jerked around at her whispered question. “No. To bring back.”

“Who is it?”

“Torin.”

A frown marred her features. “Torin? What do you want with Torin?”

The fact that she knew who that was made my hackles rise. “How do you know Torin?”

“He’s Grayson’s friend.”

“He’s also a traitor to the clan.”

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