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“I don’t want to know, Finn. Don’t tell me,” I whispered. “Please.”

He was silent then nodded. “All right.”

I searched for a change of subject. I couldn’t handle what was going through my head.

“I need to go to my apartment tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“My dresses are there for performing. The super has installed a new lock, so I need to pick up the key. I want to get a few things.”

“Can you buy a dress here? Tomorrow is going to be—” he paused “—hectic, with everything I need to handle.”

“Couldn’t Tom come with me? I won’t be long. Get my dresses and the new key. Gather a few things. I won’t be alone.”

He sighed, the sound heavy. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”

“Thank you.”

He held out his hand. “Come to bed, mo chroí. I need to rest, and I need you with me to do so.”

I went willingly.

* * *

I didn’t sleep much, and neither did Finn. My mind was on Brian and what was going to happen. I felt as if I were already mourning him.

I knew Finn had even more on his mind, and I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. I admitted to myself I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from warning Brian, and I felt ashamed.

We were both quiet as we had breakfast. I nibbled on my toast, even my tea not holding any appeal.

“Una,” Finn said, breaking into my thoughts.

I met his eyes, feeling torn.

“I understand,” he said quietly. “He’s your brother. You still want to protect him.”

“You can’t trust me,” I whispered. “I can’t trust myself.”

He smiled, tracing a finger down my cheek. “I do trust you. But again, I understand. The way you love is an incredible gift, Una. Some people, however, don’t deserve it.”

“He did once.”

“You can’t separate the boy from the man he’s become. And I know you’re hurting.”

I had to look away, blinking.

“This isn’t an easy life at times,” he admitted. “I would rather hurt myself a hundred times than see you in pain. But my hands are tied here. He has physically hurt you. He’s on some sort of road of destruction and is coming after me. But I promise you this.” He took my hand. “I will find whoever put him on that road, and they will be punished.”

“And if you find out in some way it isn’t him?” I asked, even though I knew better.

“Then I will act accordingly.”

It was all I could ask from him.

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