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And scared.
That much is obvious from the way he’s acting right now. I didn’t expect a parade or a party when I returned, but I didn’t expect Cillian to be off his rocker, either.
“I will kill you, Haven,” he promises in my hair. His hot breath made me extremely uncomfortable. “If you thought they were bad, wait until you’ve witnessed me.”
I’ve only seen my brother kill with a gun, but I don’t wish to be privy to anything else he may have upgraded to.
“What do you want me to do?” I steal a look at him. The faint scar over his left eye red and angry. “I came home. I didn’t want to stay there. Can you blame me?”
He blinks at me, not removing the look of disgust from his face, but he doesn’t strike me again, so that’s a plus. “What did you learn over there?”
“Learn?”Is he out of his damn mind?“Finn kept me locked in a bedroom since the night of the dinner party.”
“But you got sleeping pills.”
I nod. “I did, but that’s only because his mother made him take me out.”
“With how many men?”
I open my mouth, but I didn’t count. In fact, there was no one.
“We were alone,” I surmise. “And he kept a distance.”
“Did he touch you?”
The remembrance of his weight on me after I tried to suffocate him comes to mind, but I still shake my head. The way he hate-fucked me, and I enjoyed it. “No. But I clobbered him with a curtain rod.”
Cillian scoffs in disbelief; however, at this point, I don’t care what he believes. My brother is paranoid as all hell, and there’s nothing that’s going to change his mindset.
He’s alone with a whole clan to run, and it’s getting to him.
“What can I do to help you, Cillian?” I prompt, trying to steer the conversation somewhere to which he’ll find a benefit of my being back.
“You can go back and grab information.”
My brows immediately clash together. “He’llkillme.”
Cillian doesn’t appear a bit disturbed by that fact. “You said you wanted to help.”
I’m on my own.
I knew that before, but now it’s evident that Cillian doesn’t care what happens to me.
And I’m definitelynotgoing back to the O’Clery household. I just need to find out how to get Taylen out of the house with me.
“That’s not an option,” I deadpan, prying his fingers from my shirt. “Your job is to protect Taylen and me, Cillian. You’re the man of the household. And how would it look to give your sister to your enemy?”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Withwhat?” I clip back. “You’re awful for not coming back for me. For the things I’ve had to endure to help this family just for you to leave me there. And it did nothing, Cillian. Papa still died. And you’re alive.”
My brother’s lips curl into a sinister smirk, taking me aback. “You seem disappointed in that fact, sister.”
“My saving you didn’t save me.”
“But it saved me. And it saved Taylen, too, I guess. Because Giovanni Bianchi is interested in marrying into the Kincaid family.”
My head promptly begins to rock back and forth on its own because I willnotbe put into another lifeless marriage by someone I don’t want. “You can’t—”
