Page 163 of Three Irish Kings
His eyes fly to my cleavage in the V-neck shirt.
“Magpie.”
“I told you, you have the wrong person. I am not Maggie Sullivan.” I’m becoming more and more terrified by the dead look in his eyes.
He scoffs, plopping back down in his chair.
I take a deep breath. “Please. You have to believe me. I’ll doanythingfor my freedom.”
“Aye, anything, except tell the truth.” He narrows his eyes. “Sorry, love, but I’m not buying what you’re selling.”
Why the hell did I have to come out with a doppelganger that is a traitor?
He extends his hand to the minibar in the corner. “Would you like a drink?”
Before I answer, he starts pouring us each a glass of brown liquid.
My eyes sweep his desk quickly, and I spot a small sword-shaped letter opener.
As he pours the drinks, I slide it into the sleeve of my hoodie. It may be small, but it’s all I’ve got.
When he turns back, he extends one of the glasses to me.
I won’t drink this, whatever it is. I wouldn’t evenifI wasn’t pregnant, but there is no way in hell I’m endangering this baby any more than it already is.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” The stutter in my voice isn’t practiced.
“Nothing.”
I blink at him. “Nothing?”
“For now. You’ve been good to me, Magpie. You’ve fed me all of Ronan’s information, and I want you to do it again.”
“I don’t know anything.”
He huffs, shooting his drink back. “I’ll tell you what I need from you.”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“Liam has been spending a lot of time at his family cottage.”
I freeze.
He knows that Liam has been at the cottage?
“I find it interesting. He usually avoids it, and now he can’t stay away. So, I think he’s got himself a woman.”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about. I told you, I’m not Maggie Sullivan. She’s dead.”
He chuckles darkly. “What’s this, then, love? Another personality?”
I have no idea what sort of relationship he might have to Maggie. Glancing at his left hand, I catch the glint of a silver band on his ring finger.
“You're married?" My shock is real, even if changing the subject will help me stall.
“Aye. Matilda Grace was the best thing that ever happened to me. We lost her last fall, breast cancer. It took her beauty and her grace.”
“I'm sorry.”
