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The car rolls down a concrete slope and into an underground car garage beneath the building. He parks up near the elevator doors and kills the engine.
"Come upstairs." He waits until I meet his eyes. "We've got things to settle."
My thumb hovers over the seat-belt release. He walked away from the Kinnanes and moved out of his family’s estate.
While he watches me consider my next move, my pulse goes wild in my throat. I don’t know if I’m part of the future he fought for or if this really is the end of us.
Chapter 34
Fionn
The two armed men outside my penthouse doors straighten when the lift opens. Their gazes move from me to Sera before lowering.
Sera takes my hand when I offer it to her, and I almost smile at the satisfaction of it.
Exhaustion sits heavily through her posture, and her shoulders have drawn inward beneath her damp coat. The liquor on her breath carries the sweet burn of rum each time she exhales.
One man opens the door for us without being asked. I give him a nod, then guide Sera inside and lock us in.
She stops beneath the recessed lights and takes a quick look at the new space.
There’s not much to see other than an open-plan tiled floor that stretches toward a wall of windows overlooking the city.
A black sofa faces the glass, with a low table in front of it and a matching armchair pulled near the window. The dining table arrived yesterday. However, the chairs didn’t.
“I moved in earlier than I’d planned.”
Her gaze reaches the unopened boxes against the far wall. “I can tell.”
I squeeze her hand and walk her to the sofa. She leans into the pull without resisting, allowing me to decide where she goes for once because she no longer has the strength to argue over it.
“Take a seat.”
She lowers herself onto the cushions and rests her head against the back. Her eyes close for a second before she forces them open again.
I shrug out of my coat and toss it on the armchair, then crouch in front of her and reach for the wet laces of her boots.
Her fingers twitch against her knees. “What are ya doing?”
“Taking these off so you can relax.”
“Fionn,” she whispers.
I meet her eyes and continue to unpick the knot. “I’ve got it.”
I tug the lace free and work it through the top holes while she watches.
“Do you remember Graves?” I ask, pulling her foot free of the first boot. “The man outside the pub the night I took you to my parents’ house?”
“Yeah,” she says quietly.
“Graves gave my family thirty years of loyalty.” I loosen the second boot and keep my attention on the lace. “He spent half of that time looking out for me. We were together more than I ever was with my father.”
She sits forward the moment her other boot comes off. I press my palm against her ankle and lower her foot to the floor.
“My father killed him.”
“What?” she gasps. “Why?”
