When Brennan scowls at me,I scowl back. “What?”
“No wedding. No invitation. Camille cried.”
“Inessa did too,” Eoghan rumbles.
“It’s what Victoria wanted.”
“Victoria didn’t want her sisters there? At her wedding? At theRussianceremony?” Eoghan clucks his tongue. “I’m not buying it.”
I take a slow sip of very good whiskey. “You know you don’t intimidate me.”
“We should,” Eoghan echoes. “You never know when I’ll have eyes on you.”
“Ah, but Victoria loves me. You can’t kill me.” I smirk at them both. “I think you’ll find that’s checkmate.”
Brennan and him share a glance.
“Why did she want it to be such a small affair?”
“She wanted my name. Look, do we have to talk about this on Christmas Day?”
“Yes. We do,” Brennan snaps. “What else are we going to talk about?”
“I don’t know. Soccer? You own a team, don’t you?”
“Are you treating her well?”
“Of course I am, Eoghan. Jesus.”
And my thanks for that? A six-week course in archery.
The little minx is better at eavesdropping and playing possum than I expected.
“If she gets pregnant too soon, I’ll make you regret the day your father so much as looked at your mother.”
“If that’s your idea of a threat, you need to hang out with my father more.”
Eoghan’s head angles to the side and I pick up on my mistake. Fuck. “Father? I thought you were adopted?”
“Slip of the tongue.”
Brennan arches a brow. “Who’s your father?”
“Why does it matter?” Spying Aoife O’Grady bringing out a turkey from the kitchen, I grumble, “Dinner’s served.”
“That can wait.” Eoghan yanks on my arm. “Who’s your father?”
“Nikolai,” I grit out. “Veles.”
“Adopted?”
My fingers tighten around my glass. “Yes.”
“Has Victoria met him?”
“Of course.”
“A pole?!” Savannah shrieks, earning our attention.
