“You? You’re the cutest fucking assassin ever.” He just sort of rolled with it.
“We don’t work for the government,” Fiona added, frowning slightly.
I got something through the bond. Uneasiness. Confusion.
“Well, no. You’re mercenaries, right. What sort?” Hale stuffed more cheese in his face.
“I’m a sniper. Usually, I work with Saoirse. She’s also a sniper, but she’s also a whole lot of other things,” Fiona added.
This wasweird.But considering what might have happened, they had a right to know.
“Nice.” Hale nodded.
Dusty was on his phone, frowning.
My phone buzzed again. I took it out. My brother was texting me again.
His last text made me frown.
Tadgh
I know there was a storm but I’m getting worried. Is BroKen holding you hostage? Do you need the twins to get you on their way back from Belarus? Also, someone showed Da the video and he is having chickens.
Video? What video?
I scrolled up, looking through his texts. The most notable being a clip of a video and Tadgh asking,Did you marry BroKen and not invite me?
Marry. Not mate. Marry. The date of the video? The wee hours of December twenty-sixth.
Fiona grabbed my hand. “Where did you get this ring? I don’t remember you wearing it before. There are also gold heels on thefloor that are not my size–or Hale’s.”
“Oh, and that dress had to come from somewhere,” Hale added.
On my hand was an absolutely beautiful ring, the emerald-cut center stone sat between two smaller stones in a platinum setting. It was utterly impractical from the point of view of an assassin.
Yet, gorgeous.
My heart skipped a beat as I turned to Dusty. “Did we getmarried?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dusty
Panic crashed through the bond from Saoirse as a ring gleamed on her hand.
“I’ve been getting some texts from my team, and I think we need to watch the videos. Apparently we made quite the splash when Vixen Underground pulled us onstage.” I tried to keep calm for her sake.
We’d apparently beenverybusy before stumbling back to the villa.
“I vaguely remember her set, and you going onstage.” She frowned.
“Videos? What did you do?” Fiona laughed.
“I don’t know.” Saoirse’s voice went small.
Giving her a hug, I got the remote and turned on the TV. “Let me cast the videos so we can all see them. Here’s the first one.”
Taking Saoirse’s hand, I pulled her over to the couch and she curled up on my lap.
