Page 73 of The Celtic Resolution
“It’s not that simple. Rocky at least listened to my suspicions when we were on our honeymoon but he’s otherwise… engaged right now.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
Her gaze sharpens. “It means exactly that. Do you really think I’ll just tell you everything? I believe you, Bruno but I still have to verify a few things.”
“There isn’t time! The second my father suspects something is wrong, there’s no telling what he will do to the twins.”
“I understand tha?—”
“No, you don’t!” I yell, slamming my hands on the table. “You have no idea what it’s like to feel like you did the right thing only for your father to turn around and be this sadistic cunt! To watch the woman you lovesufferbecause you made the worst mistake, to know that you’ve caused her pain and that you can’t do anything about it because one wrong move and your sister dies! I’m so fucking trapped right now Sarah and I need your help, I need you to listen to me andhelpme!”
Sarah is completely unfazed by my yelling but her expression softens briefly. “Rocky… is in Italy. He went to discuss some things with his father in regard to him taking over the family and also as a test to see what Domenico would do in his absence. Had we known that Domenico had the Irish twins then we wouldn’t have done that but…” She shakes her head. “This is a mess.”
“I know.”
“I…” She falls silent momentarily.
I slump back down and tears sting at my eyes, even as I press my fingers to them. “I feel like anything I do will result in the people I care about dying and I can’t… I can’tbreathe. Mary, Saoirse. Even Cian. What the fuck am I supposed to do? How do I save them all?”
Sarah’s gaze drops and her lips press into a fine line. “I don’t have an answer for you but I promise you, I will inform Rocky.”
“If he’s in Italy, what the fuck do I do in the meantime?”
“Keep playing along.” Sarah stands and adjusts her glasses. “If Domenico has been lying to all of us since Noah attacked the Irish, then he’s more dangerous than anyone anticipated. Be careful, Bruno. Keep Saoirse and Cian alive. I will talk to Rocky and I will do what I can to find Mary.”
“What if it’s not enough?” My heart feels like it’s about to tear out of my chest and pressure rises beneath my lungs. “What if I’m too late?”
“It has to be enough,” Sarah replies. “Youhave to be enough. You’re the only thing standing between them and death, sobeenough. I’ll be in touch.”
32
SAOIRSE
It’s hot. It’s too hot. Did someone suddenly turn on the heating or something? Groaning makes me feel slightly better but rolling over in search of a cool side to the pillow doesn’t. All the heat building up underneath the duvet quickly becomes unbearable so I kick it off, much to Bruno’s surprise and slight amusement.
“Is that an invitation?” he jokes quietly while setting down my tray of food.
“Don’t even,” I mutter. “Can you turn the heating down? I’m boiling.”
Bruno frowns as he lays out the spoon to help with my soup. “Heating? It hasn’t changed but I can take a look—” He trails off when he finally looks up and our eyes meet.
“What?” Propping up on one elbow, I glare at him not because of any ill feeling, just because he’s here when I’m hot and frustrated.
“You’re flushed.”
“Yeah, because it’s fucking hot.”
“No, like…” Suddenly he moves forward and presses his amazing cold fingers against my forehead. I immediately grasp his wrist with a groan and hold him there.
“Oh, my God, your hand is so cold.”
“Saoirse, you’re burning up.”
“Yeah, because I’m?—”
“No, like fever burning up. How do you feel?”
Our eyes meet again and I shrug. “I feel fine. Just too hot.”
