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Aidan:You’re a pain in my ass, do you know that?

Conor:Maybe you DO need a visit to the proctologist?

Aidan:Nah, my problems are all brother-shaped.

Aidan:Stay fucking safe, do you hear me?

Conor:I do. Same goes.

Aidan:Yeah, deartháir, I know.

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“I always wanted to come here.”

“London’s better than New York,” I told him, my gaze locked on the house in front of us and not on Conor who was being remarkably patient for someone bored shitless after sitting in the backseat of a car for the past three hours.

“That’s bullshit,” Cin grumbled. “New York is so much better.”

“It’s overpopulated,” I countered, turning over the cell phone she’d given me earlier.

Fucking Muñoz—so typical that he’d be Sparrow scum.

“And London isn’t?”

My lips quirked. “Only in the summer when the tourists are around.”

“You got to know it well when you were here forming BDSec?” Conor inquired eagerly.

His eagerness was more about the fact I was actually talking than an interest in my answer, I thought.

Since my conversation with Ovianar and Minerva, I hadn’t exactly been in the mood to ‘chat.’

Dead To Me had made it easy on us by popping up outside the gates to the fortress at Uvala Lapad just in time to hitch a ride with us, so she’d been keeping him entertained.

Mostly with tales of her tormenting that self-righteous cunt of a cousin of hers when they were kids.

“I did. Grew to love the place. It’s not home, but it almost is.” Subconsciously, I still thought of it as a haven.

“What I don’t understand is how they managed to get you to do what they wanted,” Cin complained. “I can’t get you to sit still long enough to teach me how to do that thing—”

Hissing under my breath to stop her from finishing that sentence, I glowered at her. “No talk of torture in front of them.” I prodded my finger at the guards up front.

“They’re on your side,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Torture?” Conor inquired.

“When she was deep in the CIA’s good books, they used to call her The Nutcracker. No one knows what she did to make them squeal, but she had a rep for getting the hardest nuts to crack. Hence the nickname.”

“I lost the ability.”

“BS.”

“Maybe I’m out of practice.” Though ithadworked on Donavan Lancaster, the one-time moneyman of the New World Sparrows. “Used it a few times this year and it failed twice.”

Cin frowned. “Maybe your heart wasn’t in it?”

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