Page 22 of Three Irish Kings
“I was startled.” I pout. “Wouldn’t anyone lash out?”
His light green eyes search my face. “Yes. Especially a traitor like you.”
His voice is soft but almost dangerous, and he smells like sweat and pine. God, he’s handsome, the way his jaw clenches as he looks down at me.
They areallhandsome, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in big fucking trouble.
And my seduction skills do not seem to be working.
“How do I prove to you that I’m not this Maggie person? I suppose you won’t accept any picture ID like my passport.”
He shrugs. “Easy enough to fake those.”
I huff out a breath, the tears threatening to spill over.
“I’m not her!” My voice breaks, tears spilling down my cheeks as fear takes over.
Cillian looks almost bored, but there’s something flashing in his eyes when he looks at me. “Are you done with the waterworks?”
“Fuck you,” I manage, but it’s weak and broken.
“Not happening,” Cillian says with a sigh, his Irish lilt obvious.
I take a shuddering breath, trying not to break down.
It’s going to be okay.You can talk your way out of this.
I can talk my way out of anything.
Right?
Chapter Six
DARE
Cillian and Islaare staring each other down in a way that makes my stomach churn with something too close to jealousy.
She’s not looking at him like she hates him, like he betrayed her. Not the way she was looking at me.
“Would have worked on me.” I sidle up next to her while Liam trails back into the living room.
Liam promptly punches me in the arm, and I wince. Fucker didn’t hold back.
“Time to settle this.”
Cillian’s eyes widen at Liam’s words, and he grabs Liam’s arm. “We should talk about this.”
Liam glares at him, but Cillian drags him toward the doorway.
They leave, and then I’m just staring at this woman who insists her name is Isla instead of Maggie.
She looks terrified and exhausted, her sexy red dress torn, showing more of her long, trim thigh.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
It’s the reason I flirted with her at the gala. I knew there was a tiny chance she was our target, but she was also too intriguing.
The way her eyes got molten when I told her I’d fuck her on the balcony, the sparkle of green in her hazel eyes. Those legs, only shown through glimpses of the split skirt, the meager cleavage from the plunging neckline.
