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Dinara

Yeah, I’ll think about it.

Cillian

It’s cute that you think you have a choice in the matter. Sleep well, leannan.

Biting the inside of my bottom lip, I fight a smile as I stuff the phone in my bag and head inside, two guards opening the door for me as I do.

Slipping off my shoes, I rush up the stairs, needing to get to bed so I can read his texts all over again.

CHAPTER7

CILLIAN

I haveno idea what the hell I’m doing with this girl, but I can’t get her out of my mind. The next day, the need to see her again hits me harder than anything else.

Every logical part of me says I should walk away, but I can’t seem to stop myself from getting my phone out and sending her a text.

Cillian

Good morning, leannan.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I just do that?

I stare at the screen, waiting for her to reply, but nothing comes.

I shouldn’t have sent it. She probably thinks I’m some desperate idiot.

Shit. I wish I could take it back.

“Where did you disappear to last night?” Fionn’s voice causes me to stuff my cell back in my pocket. He assesses me curiously. “What the hell was that about?”

“What? Nothing.” I march over to the coffee machine in my father’s kitchen, pouring myself a cup and pretending I wasn’t just staring at my cell, hoping a girl texts me back like I’m in high school all over again.

I really should get back to my place now that the meeting with my family is over. The last thing I want is for them to start questioning me. I don’t need them to know about Dinara. Not until it’s something to tell them about.

“Are you hiding something on your phone?” He narrows his eyes.

“I’m not hiding shit. Get off my back.”

“That definitely sounded like a whole load of bull.”

Great, here comes Iseult.

My sister pushes her crimson hair behind her shoulder, lowering into the chair in front of the island while staring at me with a smirk. “So, is it a woman? Or a man? We’re a judgment-free zone. Right, Fionn?”

“Right, sis.” He grins, throwing a palm on her shoulder while standing beside her.

“You’re both fucking crazy.” I take a sip of coffee, almost burning my tongue off.

“Oh, look, our bro met someone and he’s being all shy about it.” She casts me a coy, teasing glance.

Iseult may be second to youngest of the five of us, but you would never know it. She lives to give us hell. But we let her get away with it. We all feel for what she’s gone through. Not only did that prick Sergey Marinov burn our mother alive, but he kidnapped Iseult when she was younger and tortured her until she got away.

The only silver lining is that she killed him. My only regret? I didn’t get to do it first.

“I didn’t meet anyone. What the hell, guys? And don’tyouhave a husband to get back to?” I ask her, knowing she has to fly back home to New York.

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