Page 69 of Sacrifice
Saga:
Do I sense some jealousy? Andrew is the owner. How did kirkja go?
Me:
No, not at all. Kirkja was productive. Everyone wants blood.
Saga:
Do they have leads?
Me:
Working on it. You okay?
Saga:
Yeah. Just worried. About Elfe. About you. About everything.
Me:
I've got this. Trust me.
Saga:
I do. That's what scares me.
I stare at that last text longer than I should.
Trust.
From a woman who doesn't trust easily, doesn't depend on anyone.
The weight of that settles on my shoulders like armor.
Me:
I won't let you down. Ever.
Saga:
I know.
Two words that mean everything.
She knows. She trusts. She's mine to protect.
Time to coordinate with the Irish, check on security rotations, start hunting the men who thought they could touch what's mine.
But first, I dial Doran.
"Emil," he answers on the second ring. "Heard about the girl. How is she?"
"Alive. Pissed. Ready for payback."
"Good. Irish blood in that one, even if she doesn't have the name. What do you need?"
I cut right to the chase. "We need to accelerate the timeline. Move the product now."
