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Evan

My fingers are twitching as I drive, thinking about the group text I just got.

Aiden:

I’m headed home in an effort to not catch a bullet from the boss.

Caelin:

I don’t feel great. Domh, do you feel queasy at all? I think we should go home too.

Domh:

Yep. I’m on my way to pick you up. Give me fifteen minutes.

Me:

What the fuck is happening?!

It’s been completelysilent for way too long, and I am struggling to breathe. Caiden and Domh are half bonded to Aisling, so they would experience symptoms if something was going on with her.

If the bond was complete, they’d be able to push feelings and thoughts to each other, but they’re not.

I just want to lock them in the basement and force them to figure it all out. I feel like the kid watching Mommy and his daddies fight. I fucking hate it. While I punched Aiden for what he did, I can minutely understand his need to try to fix things.

His delivery could have used some work though.

“Evan, do you have ants in your pants?” Miss Evelyn asks, while Mr. Cecil chuckles. “It’s true, darling. I don’t think he’s stopped fidgeting this entire time.”

“Just have some things on my mind,” I murmur as I drive. They have a late lunch with their daughter, and then they’re headed to the club to play cards.

Well, Miss Evelyn will probably keep her ears open for any gossip while she plays while Mr. Cecil talks.They have a penchant for winning often and filtering information back to Mr. Sullivan.

They make the best spies in their old age.

“Like what?” Mr. Cecil asks, making me groan inside.

See what I mean?

“Your granddaughter is incredibly hard headed is all,” I say before pressing my lips together.

“Cian mentioned you lot kidnapped her,” Mr. Cecil says. “Has she burned your house down yet? That’s what Evelyn would do.”

Smirking, I attempt to hide it, because he’s not wrong.

“No, but she stabbed Hayes,” I tell them. “Aisling fucking hates us.”

“My granddaughter is amazing, so clearly you’re the ones who fucked up,” Miss Evelyn says archly. “Has Cian tried to murder any of you yet?”

“He may have shot at Hayes, but that has not been confirmed,” I mutter.

“Eh, I bet he missed on purpose,” Mr. Cecil says. “My son has a soft spot for your pack. It’s why he works so closely with you all.”

I have always wondered why he has us in his inner circle, and figured it was because we’ve been with him for so many years. Ten years is a long time to establish loyalty.

“What else has you twitchy?” Miss Evelyn asks as I pull into Jodi Ryan’s driveway.

“Aisling is acting off. I heard the vacuum while I was downstairs, and Domh said she was distracted when he asked her why she wasn’t going to work this morning,” I explain.

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