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"They fit them up for crimes they didn’t commit, then if they don’t comply with the Sparrows’ wishes, they get shafted and sent to jail."
"So, they either ask for the death sentence by betraying their people, or go to jail for a crime they didn’t commit?" My eyes widened. "I hated them before, but that’s just mean."
"Yeah, they don’t play Polly Pocket," Brennan sniped.
"Leave her alone, Brennan," Declan grumbled. "What is it with you, anyway? Aidan likes her."
"Aidan loves her," Conor corrected, which made my cheeks turn pink.
"Love?" Brennan spat, scoffing. "He barely knows her."
Conor cackled again, and I had to admit, I was growing addicted to that sound. It was everything cheeky and naughty combined into a laugh and, as if it were contagious, made my lips twitch in response. "Yeah, says the man who’s been married for two minutes and is all over his wife like he’s herpes."
"Shut up, Conor. This ain’t about me."
"No, it’s about Aidan. It’s about him finally finding a woman he doesn’t just want to fuck but that he actually wants to be with. I mean, Da gave you shit about Camille, and it pissed you off, so why the hell are you bitching at Savannah?" He scoffed. "Hypocrite."
"Well said," I cheered, grinning at him. "See, I knew we liked each other."
"BFFs for life," he concurred with a snicker, his fingers still flying, until out of the blue, he whistled under his breath. "Someone’s approaching."
I felt Eoghan’s tension soar, then when someone’s cell buzzed, I was curious enough to watch and see if he flinched—he didn’t. Christ, that was cool.
"It’s me," Conor muttered. "Star, now’s not the time—" He paused. "Shit. Stand down, Eoghan. She’s on our side."
"Who the hell is it?"
"Dead To Me." Star’s voice filtered through the room now Conor had put her on speaker. "She’s a sniper—"
"We know who she is," Declan answered. "That psycho who gives her kills gifts before they die."
Oh, my God! I knew about her. She was wanted in all fifty states! Before I could fangirl again, Star retorted, "I wouldn’t call it psycho, more artistic. Hey, we all have our own creative flair. You never work a day in your life if you love your job, am I right?"
I chuckled. "Not sure that’s the same with snipers, sweets."
"Savannah? The fuck are you doing there?" She growled under her breath. "Conor! You were supposed to look after her. She’s, like, the one person in the world I don’t hate all the time."
Snorting, and feeling surprisingly light-hearted given the situation, I told her, "Feeling’s mutual, babe."
Conor's shrug was in his voice, "We told her to go to the safe room."
Star heaved a sigh. "I told you you had to get forceful with her. She’s got the self-preservation of a fly eying a pool of honey like it’s a treat."
"Hey!" I countered with a huff. "Iamhere, ya know?"
"Yeah, where you shouldn’t be. Are you trying to get your ass killed?"
"No, I just..." I frowned. "I don’t know. I didn’t want to miss out."
Star groused, "Savannah, at some point, you’re going to have to switch off the whole journalist thing."
"I can’t, it’s who I am—"
"This is a real touching conversation," Brennan growled, "but is now the time?"
"Why not?" Star countered, definitely not afraid to go toe to toe with him. "You’re safe now. Dead To Me confirmed the kills. That patch we added to your code, Conor, held."
"I noticed. Thanks, Star."
