Page 130 of Godless Saints

I nodded. We got ready.

The second Declan passed, we jumped him. He fought like a fucking animal, but we managed to drag him through the door and lock it. Dim lighting. Stone walls. Rows of dark wooden racks filled with expensive bottles. Great. Glass everywhere.

Declan turned on us, breathing hard. “You want my tokens? Not gonna happen.”

“We’re not here for your tokens,” Kaelan said. “We’re here to kill you.”

Declan stared at me. “Wait… you’re that fuck who helped Whitlock. But you’re not the blonde one. Who the fuck are you?” He squared up.

“Declan.”

He scoffed. “Cillian. Should’ve figured. You’re here to save your little boy princess from the scary Irish mafia. You’ll turn your back on your own kind for some nepo baby. You’re sinking low these days. But you ain’t killing me today. Where’s your lapdog?”

“Enough talking,” Kaelan snapped. “Let’s just kill the guy, Cil. I have things to do.”

Declan grabbed a wine bottle and hurled it at me. It smashed against my head. I went down hard. Kaelan jumped him immediately.

They crashed to the floor. Declan threw Kaelan off and bolted for the door.

“Get off me. Go after him!”

We scrambled to our feet and chased after him.

He ran back up the stairs and into the grand library. Two-story shelves. Dark wood. Where the fuck did he go?

Kaelan went right. I went left.

The shelves were two stories high. He could be anywhere.

“Come out, little lion. We’ll make it quick.”

Great. Now he was taunting him. I was trying to do this quietly. Guess that’s not happening.

Declan stepped out from between the shelves and tackled me. I hit the floor hard. Arms locked around his neck. “Kae—fuck… A little help.” He was strangling me. I reached for the knife inside my jacket. Kaelan yanked him off. I got on top, knife at his throat. Declan grabbed my wrist while Kaelan tried to pin the other arm.

Behind us the door slammed open.

“No, please…” A guy in a matte black neon owl mask stepped in.

What the fuck?

Kaelan released Declan. I looked at him. “What the fuck, Kaelan. Come back here.”

Declan used the opening to slam his fist into my face. I got knocked back, knife skittering away. He climbed on top of me and we fought hard.

“If you touch him again, I’ll kill you,” I heard Kaelan say. I couldn’t see the owl guy anymore. I also had a two-hundred-and-thirty-pound brute on me.

Fucking hell.

Kaelan disappeared after the owl mask. Great plan. Fuck Misha. Where are you?

We fought for what felt like forever. We were evenly matched. I needed the upper hand soon, or he was going to kill me, and then go after Moon.

I reached for the books on the lower shelf and slammed one into his head. Again. And again. He finally backed off. I got on top of him and started pounding his face. Hard. With everything I had.

This was for Moonshine. For our future. Every prick who stands in our way is going to die. Declan stopped moving. Fuck. I got off him fast. I kicked his boot. No reaction.

I grabbed my knife, slid it back inside my jacket, and left the library.