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Although I wanted to get her back to the safety of my clan’s territory, I knew we couldn’t leave yet. Orla was still missing and Mila needed protection. There was only one place I could go nearby where we would be safe.
“Back to the Sionnach compound.”
Chapter 21
Molly
“What about Orla?” I asked Keir once we’d been shown to the sitting room we had met in yesterday.
He stopped pacing long enough to look at me. “We have no leads right now. I need to make some phone calls.”
Every second Orla was missing felt like a tear in my heart. I didn’t want her to end up in a situation like mine. Or worse, a situation like Mila’s. Glancing at the other woman, I found her lying on the sofa, her face turned in my direction. If she felt any guilt over shooting a man today, it didn’t show.
“Can we get a room to rest in properly?” she asked Keir.
He ignored her question, returning to his pacing until the door to the room opened, and the Sionnach Clan’s Boss stepped inside.
“Two visits in less than twenty-four hours,” he commented, his shrewd eyes sweeping first over me, then Mila, who immediately sat up. “And you’ve collected another lass along the way.”
“It’s a long story,” Keir replied, running a hand through his hair. The movement made the sleeve of his borrowed shirt stretch over his biceps. “Can we rest here for a few hours before returning to Galway?”
Gael’s arctic blue gaze swept over us once more before they returned to Keir. “Of course. I have a small wing that could be of use. I’ll have one of the staff show you upstairs. Was there anything else you needed?”
“Some food,” Mila replied in her brash American accent, drawing everyone’s eye. “Maybe some coffee?”
Gael’s mouth quirked to the side. “Of course.” He turned, moving to the wall beside the fireplace where an honest-to-god pull rope hung from the ceiling. He tugged it, and a moment later, an older woman in a black dress and white apron stepped into the room.
“Sir?”
“Hannah, could you show my guests to the Victoria wing and get them settled. Then take them up some sandwiches and coffee.”
The woman nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Mila dragged herself into a standing position and threaded her arm through mine as we moved toward the door.
We were at least a dozen feet ahead of the men when Mila ducked her head and asked quietly, “Do you trust this guy?”
I glanced over my shoulder at Keir and Gael as they spoke. “Which one?”
“I already know you’re hate fucking the dark-eyed one?—”
“Keir,” I corrected. “And we aren’t?—”
“Yes, you are. You can cut the tension with a fucking knife, and I am here for it. In answer to your question, the older one. Do you trust him?”
Surreptitiously, I looked back at the Sionnach Boss. He turned to face me a second later, and I flushed. Quickly averting my eyes, I replied, “No, not really. Though it’s his son that I really don’t like.”
Mila huffed a laugh. “The sons of powerful men are always narcissistic assholes with BPD.”
“What’s BPD?”
“Borderline personality disorder.” She shrugged. “I am—wasa psych major. I was supposed to go to Harvard for grad school next fall.” She rolled her eyes. “Guessthatwon’t happen now.”
We followed Hannah up a grand set of stairs to the first floor, while Keir and Gael talked at the base. The carpet was so plush under our feet it felt like we were walking on a cloud. “You said you’d been at the Fiach compound for a week. Did they give you any hint at what would happen next?”
She gave me a roguish smile. “Marriage to the old crusty dinosaur, I suppose. Thank fuck you and Keir got me out of there.”
Hannah stopped in front of a beautiful set of doors, which she opened with a flourish. Beyond them was a large sitting room decorated in shades of pale green and trimmed with gold.
