Page 45 of Riordan's Revenge

Tyler leaned in and spoke low to her, their faces close.

My grip on the gun tightened.

Then he stepped back, and Cassie leapt to her feet and fucking hugged him.

I lurched. Struan grabbed my arm and neatly took the gun from me.

He regarded me dryly. “Don’t kill Tyler for looking at Cassie wrong. Or any other ally, for that matter. If they touch her against her will, that’s another matter, but if you’re not sure, use your fists to make your point. Save your bullets for those who deserve them.”

My phone buzzed, a similar sound coming from Struan and from inside the room.

The alert system.

My heart pounded. I straightened and reached to check my screen. “The gun,” I demanded.

Struan returned it to me, his wry amusement gone as fast as it had arrived.

Someone had breached the gates.

Chapter 15

Cassie

Struan was the first to make the identification. He squinted at his phone then sighed. “Stand down.”

Tyler jerked his head up, midway through instructing the others hidden around the place to move to positions of intercept. “Who?”

“Jamieson.”

I grinned. Not that I’d been scared, but I’d wanted Riordan to meet the youngest of my brothers again.

The single other time they’d encountered each other had also been my first sight of Riordan. I’d fallen immediately in love. The same could not be said for him and Jamieson.

Tyler eyed me. “Don’t suppose it would help any to ask you to wait in your room?”

“Are ye crazy? Let’s go say hi.”

The four of us made for the stairs that led to the entrance hall. Tyler held me back so the others could descend first.

I watched Riordan alongside my brother. His leather jacket was open over a skeleton crew t-shirt, his gaze attentive, his body loose as if ready to fight. Similar in many ways to Struan though lacking the same surety. Struan could handle anything that came at him. Riordan was only just learning how. He was willing, though. And capable.

Happiness filled me. We were both at the start of a journey. We could learn together.

At the bottom of the steps, our intercept man left me with a mutter, morphing into the shadows.

Riordan replaced him at my side. He leaned against a pillar, bringing himself closer to my height. “What did fucking Tyler want when he took you into that room?”

“There’s that jealousy again. Love that for me.”

He didn’t reply.

I touched his chest and drew an imaginary line to mine. Then scrubbed it out. “Last I checked, ye hadn’t answered my question. There’s nothing going on here. We are distinctly not fucking.”

From nearer the front door, Struan griped, “In hearing range.” Then after a pause, “But good to know.”

A thud followed from outside. “Open up, motherfuckers.”

Struan unbolted the door, and a spark of amber light fell the other side as Jamieson appeared in the frame, pitch-black night behind him and his lighter in his hand. My heart lurched. I loved all my family. Struan was dark energy and ready to bring pain without losing sleep over what he had to do. Sin was the father figure, powerful, supportive, and ready to judge with his fists. Camden was our measure, a checkpoint and a balance. If he was willing to go there, the cause was just.

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