Page 198 of Three Irish Kings
Then he turns to Cill. “What about you?”
“A few broken ribs and some bullets taken out. No major organs for me.”
He nods and steps out of the room. When he gets back, he hands something to Cill and brings me two small white pills.
“Becareful. These are addictive.”
“We’ll have Liam dole them out. He’s a bear about a schedule, anyway.” I shift on the couch, uncomfortable.
I swallow them dry, hoping they work soon.
Cill throws back his too.
“They should kick in soon. You’ll both need antibiotics, too. Especially you, Dare, is it?”
I nod. “Do you have those?"
He scoffs. “Of course, I do. What kind of medic do you think I am?”
The meds kick in just as we’re leaving, thank God.
My head swims.
I can see why people get addicted to these, but I don’t like feeling so emotional, so I doubt I’ll be asking Liam for extras.
“Where are we going now?” Isla asks when we’re in the car.
“Safehouse,” Liam tells her, smiling at her in the rearview mirror.
I rarely see a genuine smile on Liam’s face, but it's genuine now.
“Not the same as before. Out of state, so Cormac can’t find us. Just for tonight. We’ll figure out where to go from there.”
The future is so uncertain, and maybe it’s the drugs, but I’m not worried. It doesn’t matter. We’re all going to be together, and that’s what’s important.
I nuzzle against Isla’s neck again, kissing and biting there, and she moans.
“Don’t make that sound,” Liam murmurs. “Makes me hard.”
“Me too.” Cill glares at us from the front seat. “And I’m in no condition to do anything about it.”
Isla playfully swats at my hand as I cup her breast. “You’re high as a kite.”
“Maybe. But I still want you.”
“We’re almost there, you maniac,” Liam says, but it’s not a bark of jealousy like usual, more amused than anything.
When I finally lie down on the safehouse’s bed, sleep takes me easily, and I dream of Isla in a wedding dress, swollen with our baby.
Chapter Fifty-Two
LIAM
Dare snoreson one of the beds while Isla plops down on the other, exhausted.
“I need sleep, but I can’t imagine I can after all of that,” she mutters, and I lie down on the bed with her, drawing her into my arms. I kiss her on top of the head.
“Sleep,mo chroí,” I murmur close to her ear, and she shivers.
