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I raised my hands. "Hey! I didn’t mean to piss you off. I was just curious."
His cheeks were burning with color and he grunted at me. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to blow your head off."
"Thank God you didn’t," I told him with a smile. "I like it attached."
An alert sounded on his computer, and he murmured, "They’re coming back."
"Who are?" I jerked upright. "The Sparrows?"
"No," he said wryly. "It’s Da’s town car. It just came through the gates. I’m guessing Finn and Aidan are with him."
I said nothing, just walked over to the window and saw a car that was too short to be a limo, but too large to be an average sedan driving along land that had recently seen bloodshed.
As it pulled up, I waited, peering out to see who exactly it was that was climbing out... then I saw him, and I felt like a whoopee cushion someone had just sat on.
All the air was squished out of me, all the oxygen taken away as I looked at him, which, of course, was when I fell apart. I started sobbing because if I had gotten my ass shot, I’d never have seen him again, and five years of being away from him was already too much.
I hauled ass, running out of the living room and out into the hall, then dragged open the front door so I could throw myself at him.
And like every Prince Charming, even if this one smelled of smoke and gasoline, his arms immediately came up and curved around me. He tucked me so deep into his chest, I almost coughed from the smell of soot and the compression of my lungs, but damn, what a way to go.
In his arms, though it was totally irrational, I felt safe.Safe. Safety was more of a commodity than ordinary folk even knew.
"What the fuck’s happened, Kid? Has Brennan upset her?" He squeezed me tighter, like just the thought was enough to infuriate him—I even heard the rumble in his chest when he snarled out the words.
Conor, who must have come out for the show, probably hoping to watch Aidan rail me a new one for disobeying, snorted. "You really think Brennan would make her cry?"
"He can be a bastard when he wants to be," was all Aidan said. "What the fuck’s happened if Brennan isn’t to blame?"
Ignoring him, Conor demanded, out of the blue, "Is Finn okay? What the hell? Ma and Da are unconscious!"
"It’s a long story. Why is Savannah crying?" he barked, making his priorities very clear.
Me.
I was at the top of them.
Naturally, that made me cry harder.
"The compound was attacked."
"What?!" Aidan bellowed, and because of the way the yard was constructed, that made noise echo around the place.
"I can match your long story," Conor murmured, "and play hard ball."
"Sparrows came for me," I sobbed out, uncaring that I was snotty and sticky from tears. "L-L-Lots of people died."
Aidan tensed. "On our side?"
"Guards, mostly. None of the women. Why was Ma with you? Why are they all unconscious?"
"Finn’s just asleep," Aidan muttered. "It took him a long time to stop coughing, then when he did, he passed out. As for the folks, it’s... the Archbishop of New York was a Sparrow."
Conor whistled under his breath. "No fucking way."
"Yes way. Da was naturally upset."
"I’m assuming that’s why the cathedral’s in ruins? Heard about it—it’s all over the news."
