Page 144 of Lawless Rivals

His eyes flash at that. Satisfaction disturbed by an inconvenience he thought he had already cleared away.

“You have no shame,” he says with the flat disgust of a man who believes shame belongs to other people. “You come here after snatching her from my gala, locking her up in your filthy little cabin, and now you’re standing at my gates demanding to see her because she’s got what you want.”

My fingers flex once around the grip.

Fionn watches the movement. Dane does too.

Alasdair takes one step closer, stopping just beyond the reach of my arm through the bars.

“You’re only here to manipulate my daughter into giving you the land,” he says. “That will never happen. You know that, don’t you?”

“I’m not here for the land.”

My voice comes out rough, blood still hot on my tongue, but the truth is clean underneath it.

“I’m here for her.”

Fionn walks to the gates. “Time to leave, Tallon.”

“Not without speaking to her.”

“Whatever you think she feels for you, she doesn’t.”

My aim slides from father to son.

Fionn’s expression stays stern. “Watch who you’re pointing that thing at, Tallon. You’re starting to get on my nerves.”

“You got on my nerves the second ya showed up. Now let me speak to her,” I say.

“No.”

“Tell her I’m here.”

“She’s already gone.”

My brows snap together.

Already gone.

Fionn lifts his wrist and checks his gold watch, the motion feigning boredom.

“My sister is currently in our jet, flying far away from all of us.”

The gun remains level in my hand even when my fraying temper is ready to snap.

“Where’s she going?”

Fionn lowers his wrist. “Somewhere you can’t follow.”

I jab my gun through the gate, making Fionn’s eyes flick to it before they return to mine.

“Where?”

“Somewhere warm probably,” he says.

Dane turns to me. “Saint.”

This time, it is a warning.