Page 184 of Three Irish Kings
I’ve only done target practice once. I was awful at it, and something about holding a weapon that’s only meant for killing gets to me, but I have to do this.
I need all the help I can get to get to my friends and my girl. I’m by the side of the house now. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, as they say.
There is a door here, so instead of going all the way to the back, I open the side door and make my way inside, gasping for air when my wound is irritated by the movement.
Fuck, that hurts.
But I’m not worried about myself. I’m only worried about Liam, Cillian, and Isla.
This area is eerily quiet and also empty.
No men. No bodies. But there’s a commotion happening upstairs, a girl sobbing, screaming.
Is that Isla?
I rush up the steps and into the hallway, but all I find is yet another fucking guard.
“Well, isn’t this just awesome…”
Chapter Forty-Eight
LIAM
Something’s wrong.This is taking too long. We were supposed to be out in fifteen minutes, but it’s been more than forty.
Cormac’s phone has been buzzing on the desk for twenty of those minutes, but thank God, he’s ignoring it.
“How’s Ronan doing? Haven’t heard from the old fart in a while.” He chuckles, pouring himself another drink.
I haven’t touched mine.
My throat is so dry it feels like I have no saliva at all.
I clear it before I speak. “He's fine.”
Cormac hums. “There have been some rumors.”
I still but keep my face blank. “What kind of rumors?”
“That he’s not well. Of course, I don't believe that. They always try to push us older clan leaders out when the new generation comes along. Unfortunately, my Matilda Grace didn’t give me a son.”
It’s interesting how carefully he says that.
I know now he has a daughter, and the only way I can think of to stall him from picking up his phone is to mention it.
“You don’t have any children at all, do you?”
Cormac looks at me for a long moment, his eyes hard. “Aye.”
I blink, surprised that he’s confessing it. “Aye? Since when?”
“I’ll level with you, Liam. My girl is sixteen and still dumb as a rock. I suppose it’s my fault, keeping her locked away from the world, homeschooling her. Hell, I never made it through high school myself.”
“You have a daughter?”
He nods. “She got my looks, too, unfortunately.” He grins. “I know I’m a handsome devil, but on a girl’s face, it doesn’t quite work.”
A shiver of revulsion runs through me.
