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I cleared my throat at D’s defense of me. I was more used to her having my back than I was with Conor because he’d never been in a position where it had been necessary before.
As I studied the pair of them in silence, a whisper of a new truth settled deep inside me.
I wasn’t alone anymore.
“Your foster daughter, is she in danger?”
Minerva’s question had me blinking in surprise. “What? Why would you ask that?”
She swallowed. “That’s why Ovianar put her in your line of sights.”
My hands balled into fists. “So you admit she set me up?”
“I admit it but not for the reasons you think. There was no malice in it. Ovianar…”
“Less than five minutes ago, you were scared that she was going to kill your son or use him for leverage, but Ovianar was fine with sending some unknown kid to her for protection?” Conor queried, his tone perplexed.
“She has more faith in her than I do,” was Minerva’s bitter response. “Plus, desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Explain,” I bit off.
“I told you there’s only so much she told me. What I do know is that she put the girl with you for her own protection. Someone was hunting her in the foster care system. I don’t know who or why, just that O was worried.”
Dead To Me cracked her knuckles before informing me, “She’s already started stirring. It won’t be long before she’s awake.”
Nodding, I folded my arms across my chest as I leaned against the kitchen wall. “Then we wait.”
“Please don’t kill us,” Minerva pleaded.
“I want answers. Give them to me and we’ll consider this settled.”
Minerva tensed when Ovianar groaned, and a couple moments later, when her eyes fluttered open, Minerva whispered, “Just explain why you did what you did. They won’t hurt B. I told her about Jorgmundgander.”
Ovianar’s head rocked back, then she froze when she saw D looming over her. I figured that woke her up better than ice water to the face because she started struggling until D dug the knife deeper into her throat. Deep enough to cut.
“Stop it!” Minerva snarled. “This isn’t necessary. Give her what she wants. We have a family. You swore you’d protect us!”
The words appeared to penetrate Ovianar’s thick skull because she stilled then, nostrils flaring, growled, “Ask your questions then get the fuck away from us.”
“How?”
It was a simple question that, I knew, led to an impossible array of answers.
Ovianar swallowed. “You heard of a guy called Dagda?”
Conor stilled.
Dead To Me cast me a look.
I just drawled, “Ex-British serviceman? One of the best snipers in the world?”
“Yeah. That’s him. Eamonn’s his name. He’s good people. They used to team us up a lot. We worked well together.” She tipped her chin away from the knife. “Is this really necessary?”
Once I jerked my chin at D, she backed off.
“There was this meeting in Ohio,” she continued without pause. “It was a gathering of six or so Sparrows. Six of their top brass had gathered at this hotel in Cincinnati. Two teams were sent to deal with them.”
“They all died?”
