Page 99 of Three Irish Kings
And Liam keeps denying it, pushing her away, but never really letting her go, never really giving up on her, which is starting to piss me off.
After all, it was his idea to make her our “pet”. He’s not innocent in all this.
I grab my phone and call the one man I know will understand, even if I won’t talk about it.
“What?” Dare barks into the phone.
“You’re in a mood.”
“Yeah, well, God knows what Liam and Isla are doing.”
“You think he’d actually let her?—”
“Lether? He’s practically drooling for her, Cill. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Aye, but at least I’m upfront about it! Liam acts so judgy about me trusting her, but he wants her too. He’s just too stubborn and too proud to admit it.”
But what doesshewant?
It’s something that none of us have asked her, and it keeps me up at night.
“I’m in Burberry, catching a few z’s now. I’ll call you when I get to the hospital in a few hours.”
“Aye.”
Dare hangs up without a goodbye, which is unusual for him. He really is sulking.
Not that I can blame him. Every time my eyes drift closed, my mind goes to the moment she was taking me in her mouth and Liam was fucking her from behind, his blue eyes wild.
It makes me all twisted inside, but in the best way.
It doesn’t make any sense.
I do managea thin few hours of sleep, and when I wake, it’s daylight. Not quite time for visiting hours, and I’ve got to put on my best performance.
By the time I head to the hospital, I’ve had a brief workout in the hotel gym, breakfast, and two cups of coffee. The second cup was too much, and I’m jittery, but I need some kind of boost to deal with people.
“Excuse me.” I keep my voice low and even as the nurse bustles around at the nurse’s station.
She huffs out a breath, but when she turns, her eyes widen, and so does her smile.
“Oh, hello there. What can I help you with, sir?”
I don’t often think about my looks, but today, I’m grateful she finds me attractive.
I give her a weak smile. “My sister was admitted here yesterday. We haven’t seen her in months. I was hoping to get some information.”
“What's the name, hun?" She gives me a once-over.
“Rivers. Imogen Rivers.”
She freezes, the smile disappearing from her face. “I can... I can take you to her.”
I frown but don’t ask any more questions, and she leads me to the basement... the morgue.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
