Declan is nothing more than a bloody corpse lying forgotten on the ground as Ronan turns his attention to the other man, one I don’t recognize.
My pulse pounds in my ears as I sit in the darkness of the car, my hands resting on my belly as I watch Ronan.
He’s so calm and sure as he talks with Brennan, with no hint of fear in his eyes.
Suddenly, a convoy of vehicles appears, their lights almost blinding as they surround the small clearing where Ronan and Brennan are standing.
My breath catches.
Are these Declan’s men?
A door opens, and Cormac steps out of the vehicle closest to me, and my body sags.
Before I can think, I’m climbing out of the car and rushing over to Ronan.
He spins around to catch me before I can slam into his chest. “Ciara.I told you to stay put.”
“I know. But I needed to see it.”
My eyes flick to Declan’s corpse, then to the other man, then finally back to Ronan.
“It’s over,Tine Bheag.”
I shake my head. “It’s not over until every last loose end has been taken care of.”
Ronan pulls me tighter against him, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I’m shaking now, not with fear but with adrenaline as I cling to him.
Behind us, Brennan is on the phone, probably updating Kieran.
Ronan nods to his brother. “Cormac, take care of Declan, would you?”
I bury my face in Ronan’s chest, not wanting to watch as Cormac and his men drag Declan’s body toward one of the waiting cars.
Ronan kisses the top of my head. “Let’s get you back in the car.”
I let him guide me back to the waiting SUV, settling in the passenger seat.
He crouches beside me, his dark eyes filled with concern.
He reaches out to stroke my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I lean into the touch, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. “No. But I will be.”
“I’m sorry you saw that.”
“I’m not. He deserved it.”
Ronan’s eyes search my face, his eyebrows furrowed.
I keep my eyes on his, letting him see I’m telling the truth. “What happens now?”
“We’ll take Finn back to our warehouse and interrogate him.”
“Finn?”
The muscle in Ronan’s jaw ticks, and I can tell he’s hesitating about whether to tell me something.
