Page 77 of Three Irish Kings
I make my way to the coffee machine when a high-pitched whining yawn comes from behind me.
I break out in a small, half-smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
I take a cup of coffee to her as she rubs her swollen eyes. “I take it you’re not a morning person.”
“Nah. Night owl, all the way.” She tilts her head, smiling slightly. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I’m all but mesmerized by the green flecks in her hazel eyes as she looks up at me.
“Are you a morning person or a night owl?”
I shrug. “Neither? Both? I don’t sleep much.”
“What? Why?”
I shrug. “Too many sins, too much blood on my hands.”
“Do you always kill them?”
“Not always. A lot of times it’s just intimidation techniques.” I probably shouldn’t be telling her this, but at the same time, it doesn’t seem like Liam is ever letting her go either, so what is the harm?
And it feels good talking about it with someone other than Liam and Dare. Someone who sees not only the weapon, but also the man behind it. I need that. Need to be more than the soulless demon I was raised to be. Need to hope that maybe there is more out there waiting for me.
Maybe even with the woman in front of me.
I have no idea what Liam plans to do with her, but I feel very protective of her.
If Liam or Ronan ever give the kill order, I’m not sure what I’ll do, because regardless of owing them everything and them being family, IknowI can’t stand the thought of Isla being gone forever. Even if she is not mine, I need to know she is alive and well somewhere.
“So, you’re the muscle, Dare’s the tech guy, and Liam’s the boss?”
“You ask too many questions.” I want to shut this down before it gets any further.
I have no problem incriminating myself, but I will not give any information about my friend or my brother.
“I want to get to know you.”
I frown. “Why?”
She laughs softly. “Why not? I like you, Cill.”
Heat floods my face, and I look away from her. “You don’t mean that.”
“Of course, I mean it. I’m not in the habit of sleeping with men I don’t like.” She pauses. “Well. Except for Liam, I guess. But even he’s growing on me.”
My eyes narrow.
She grins, scooting her chair closer to me. “What’s that face? Are you jealous?”
Fuck, yeah.
“No, of course not.” I clear my throat. “I guess I’ll go into the back bedroom, do some work. Stay out of your hair. There’s some frozen meals in the freezer. Help yourself.”
As I walk by her, Isla puts out her hand, lighting her fingertips on my forearm. “Wait.”
There are something about the softness of her tone that makes me pause, and I look down at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
