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“Uncle?” Camille questioned, tipping her head to look up at Brennan. “I thought they were dead?”
“They were… Paddy faked his death.”
“What?!” Aela straightened up. “Padraig faked his death?!”
“Yeah,” Declan said on a sigh, tugging her back down against him. “Da didn’t take it well.”
“I can imagine,” I drawled, shooting Aidan a glance. This wasn’t a secret to us. We’d known for years, after all. “So your da and Padraig were fighting?”
“Think it was more a case of throwing furniture at him,” Aidan said.
“Makes sense from all the crashing sounds,” I replied. “You looked like you’d been brooding when you came in. What’s going on?”
He pulled a face. “We had a hard talk.”
“What about?”
“Secrets, and the shit we’ve been keeping from each other.” Brennan shrugged. “Think it’s time we came clean with you ladies about some of that.”
“What like?” Inessa asked, her curiosity pricked enough that she didn’t look so torn.
Declan grimaced and pressed a kiss to Aela’s temple. “Shay told me about your grandparents, and about how he saw them being killed. I’ve believed for a while that they were killed by the IRA.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Aela muttered, but her cheeks had turned pale. “It was just a robbery—”
“In County Louth?” Declan scoffed. “This isn’t the Bronx we’re talking about, babe. Armed residential robberies aren’t exactly common over there unless they’re tied to the IRA.”
Eoghan turned to look at her. “Your grandparents were in County Louth?”
“Yes. That’s where our family is from.”
He pursed his lips.
“What?” Declan demanded.
“Arrest warrants were out for a couple of ECD sharpshooters who took out an old couple in County Louth. Could be a coincidence.”
“ECD?” Aela questioned.
Declan sighed. “You know that phrase the First Lady wanted tied into the glassware you’re making for her?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“It’s a tagline for an extremist faction of the IRA. The ECD.”
Aela looked like she’d been slapped in the face with a fish. “Is this a joke?”
“No. I wish it were, sweetheart.”
“That means the First Lady has ties to them,” I said slowly, every journalistic bone in my body tingling with that news.
Aidan tugged on my fingers. “We need this to be kept under wraps for the moment, Savannah.”
While I pouted with disappointed, Aela whispered, “That cunt.”
Declan agreed darkly, “That’s one way of phrasing it.”
She leaped up and started striding back and forth again. “She kills my grandparents and wants me to make some fucking glasses for her?”
