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“I had to make sure you weren’t armed.”
My brows shot into my hairline. “You bastard. You watched me shower so youknowI’m not carrying.”
Amused delight spread further across his face. The asshole was enjoying this. “I don’t know, Jynx. Your cunt is pretty fucking deep. I bet you could hide something up there.”
I snorted. “My phone is private, you bastard.”
He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “Nothing is private when I’m around.”
Chapter 10
Keir
If looks could fucking kill, my little Jynx would’ve lodged a dozen daggers in my chest by now. She glared at me, but underneath that anger, underneath all thatrage, was fear. I could see it, I could smell it, and Iwouldfind out why she was so afraid.
“The unknown number texting you, who was it?”
All the fire and righteous indignation suddenly funneled out of her body, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “You met him … Grady.”
“That piece of shit from your apartment?”
Every single message had been threatening, demanding, or both. What did Grady have on her that made her…
I tapped on the messages again, scrolling to find the one that read ‘Time’s up. Have you delivered the message?’
“You’re telling the truth?”
“Of course I’m fucking telling the truth,” Molly snapped back. “Why would I place myself in the middle of a clan war when all I want to do is go home?”
“Back to Dundalk?”
She shook her head. “Back to Dublin.”
Dublin? I needed to do some more digging.
Before I could ask, her phone beeped. It was a new message from the unknown number.
“Who is it?” she asked in a small voice, as she dragged the blanket closer around her naked body.
Tapping the attachment, I found a photo of a younger girl with raven-black hair, walking to school, given the backpack and uniform. It was shot from behind, and the shadow of whoever took the photo fell over the girl’s shoulder.
“Keir, tell me who it is.”
Tossing her the phone, I watched as she picked it up and stared at the screen. All the color drained from her face. “This is impossible,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. When her blue eyes met mine, tears were already pricking the corners. “Grady is—He’s dead.”
Aye, the bastard was dead. Zero regrets.
“Who’s in the photo, Jynx?” I asked just as softly, unwilling to break the mood.
“My sister. Orla.”
Unless Grady was a top tier ghost, there was no way this message came from him. “You’re sure this number belonged to Grady?”
Her eyes widened, and a single tear tracked down her cheek. “I—I assumed it was him. He’s the only person from my past who knows—knewthe truth.”
“He was a member of Clan Fiach,” I told her. “Did you know that?”
Her head bobbed once. “He said he was a Sentinel.”
