Page 49 of Wild Irish

Anger tugs at his lips, but he manages to contain it. “She’s missing.”

“Missing?” I frown and drag my fingers through my hair, not knowing what to trust from this guy.

“I know you were with her,” he says.

“Do ye now?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“I saw the pictures. The video.” His voice quakes with wrath.

I don’t know what fucking pictures and videos he’s seen, but I know he’s not going anywhere near Delaney until he tells me who the hell he really is, and what he wants with her.

“Yeah, I know her,” I say slowly.

His lip curls up. “Where is she?”

“Tell me what ye want with her first.”

“I want her to come home.” His lips become a thin line, his nostrils flare, and then he says the three words that rip my heart from my chest. “She’s my fiancée.”

Chapter 21

Delaney

Iletout a small sigh when Cillian finally comes back. The last thing I want is to spend the last few days we have together fighting.

“I was just going to go look for you. I thought maybe you got–” I stop when I take in his appearance. His eyes are hard, emotionless. Not the typical broodiness that I’ve gotten used to, but something cold and detached of feeling.

This is more than just him being mad about me mentioning his brother.

“What’s wrong?” I ask slowly, not sure I want to know.

He shuts the door, but he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he stands there for a few long moments with his palm resting on the handle.

“Cillian?” I take a step toward him, but when I place my hand on his arm, he flinches.

My breath sticks in my throat when he finally looks at me. Nothing of the man I know is left. This man is volatile and full of hate. Worse, the hatred is directed straight at me.

“It’s time ye went home.” He pushes past me and starts collecting my stuff, throwing it carelessly into the suitcase he bought when we were in Limerick.

All I can do is stand there in confusion and watch him. “I–”

“Get yer things. Ye need to leave.”

“I don’t understand. If it’s about what I said earlier, I’m sorry–”

He chuckles, but there’s no humor to it. “I didn’t understand until now why you’d defend them.”

“Who?”

“To think I bought yer whole act.” His mouth curves up in a sneer, and I feel my heart being shredded in my chest. “But ye’re no better than any of them.”

Despite the warning in the back of my mind, I move towards him and get in his path, placing my hands on his chest. “I don’t know what you think I’ve done–”

He grabs my wrist, then lowers his face to mine and hisses through his teeth, “Your fiancé is waiting for you.”

Fiancé?My heart hammers in my chest.

Cillian’s gaze is on me, watching, studying, waiting for my reaction. But I still don’t know what the hell is going on.

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