Page 16 of Filthy Truth


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I thought about how Troy was acidic and brisk, introverted, and a social misfit. Then, I pictured how Lyra clung to her as if they were symbiotes.

The desperate bond that flared to life between them once they knew they were no longer in any danger from the Sparrows was tangible.

Never mind the fact that my old soldier buddy had a safe room for her daughter, period…

Their love was real and raw and beautiful to behold.

It was, therefore, easy to speak the truth. “Very much so.”

“To separate them, Anton,” Conor rumbled, “would be to traumatize Lyra again.”

He didn’t answer that. “She is safe?”

“We’re working on that. If I hand you a location, can you send in a clean-up crew?”

“I can if you tell me the whole story.”

Though I grimaced, it was a small price to pay as he was being very accommodating in other matters.

Ones that were Eoghan, Troy, and Lyra-shaped.

“I will see that the bodies are cleared away,” he confirmed ten minutes later once he knew the full story. “But, child, you will keep me in the loop, do you understand? No more running away as if you were an angst-ridden teen.

“I am not your enemy.”

He did, I had to admit, keep on proving that.

“No,” I agreed slowly, “you aren’t.”

Kuznetsov released a heavy sigh. “I’m glad you accept this. Now, what’s your next plan?”

“To kill David Foundry and Garry Smythe,” I confessed without compunction.

Just when I thought he’d argue, instead, he stated, “You might not have known Aleks, Star, but he was your uncle. He was your blood. And more than that, he was a good man. He put himself and his family on the line to uncover your whereabouts and he paid for that with his life.

“Make them hurt for what they did to him, for what they have done to Lyra, and I will consider the first part of our deal to be satisfied.”

With that, he cut the call.

4

CONOR

“Why’s my place becoming the center of operations?”

I shot Finn a tired half-grin. “Yours is the biggest plus you have the house next door.”

He grunted as he rocked back in an armchair. “You look like shit.”

“I look like an engaged man,” I retorted, my weariness fading at the thought of the ring on Star’s finger.

His brows lifted. “Only you’d propose in the middle of a siege.”

“Technically, it was after the siege, and it was a good moment.”

Finn shook his head. “I gave Aoife the shittiest courtship in history, but I think I still beat you.”

“The shittiest? Has to be better than Da’s.”

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