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“Because she is my wife.”
“You sure didn’t act like a husband when you left her all alone the other night, you fucking bastard.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I will go get her and bring her back. You need to stay out of it.” I hung up. He was right. I didn’t act like a husband. I abandoned her to deal with Donovan Sullivan and his idiotic son alone. “Get the plane ready. We’ll fly into Aberdeen, and I’ll catch a commercial flight to Lerwick. The plane is too big to land there.”
“What about Bilderberg?” Alan asked hesitantly.
Bilderberg.
Everything I had worked for.
“The only thing that matters is Evie and her safety,” I said.
“Keir-”
“I said get the fucking plane ready.”
I felt the first pull in my gut as if someone had taken a knife to my insides.
Dearil was awake, and he wouldn’t be denied this time.
ChapterThirty
EVIE
Ilooked over at my grandmother in shock. It had been nine years since I had seen her when we brought my mother’s ashes back to Fairhill House, and she was still the same intense and intimidating woman.
Razor-short gray hair framed a severe face, accentuated by deep lines and wrinkles. For a woman who lived a life of luxury, she had a hardened countenance as if life had not been easy for her.
She glared back at me with her cast-iron gaze. “You, like your mother, have managed to destroy yet another alliance with your selfishness,” she spat.
Donovan sat beside the driver up front, leaving me next to my grandmother in the middle seat and Cormac in the back. The driver turned out of the airport and headed down the road, skirting the ocean. It was cold and small pellets of sleet tinged against the windshield.
“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?”
My mouth was parched, and my throat ached. “I’m not sure what you want me to say?” It came out as a whisper.
“I want you to take accountability for your actions. To show some remorse.”
Donovan stared at me from the rearview mirror. His eyes bore into me with his threats and rules.
“I knew of no alliance; therefore, I have nothing to be remorseful about.”
“You are a hateful girl,” she scoffed. “A whorsesome little bitch. Who is this man you sullied yourself with?”
“He’s no one,” I said.
Cormac started to bang his forehead against the window over and over, mumbling about being cursed.
“That’s enough, son,” Donovan said, raising his voice. “Stop.”
I felt bad for him. I know what caused the fear he felt. What made him paranoid.
“He’s someone. He belongs to the Circle of Kings,” she stated, acting as if Cormac didn’t exist.
I glanced at Donovan, and his eyes narrowed.
“I guess. I don’t really know. I told Donovan it’s all very secret.”
