Which means I need to consider warning Ronan about this.
I might not know Callum’s plans, but I’m sure Ronan would want to know if my brother was plotting against him. It would be the smart move to make…but the idea of betraying my brother and handing him over to Ronan like a pig about to be slaughtered makes me sick to my stomach.
How the hell am I supposed to choose between betraying my brother or my husband?
Chapter Thirty-One
RONAN
My phone buzzes,and the name lighting up the screen makes my stomach twist.
Cormac.
It’s been a few days since I told him to keep an eye on Callum, which means he likely has an update for me, and I have a feeling it isn’t good.
“What is it?”
“Are you free to meet? Just us.”
There’s something in his tone that instantly puts me on edge. Out of all of my brothers, he’s the most serious, but there’s something else. There’s something clipped about his words that has my spine straightening. Not only that, but the fact that Brennan won’t be joining us when I specifically told him to help Cormac look into Callum adds to my unease.
What the hell has he found?
“Where?”
“The Hollow Man.”
“I’ll bethere in twenty.”
I findmy brother sitting in the exact same booth as the last time we met here, an untouched pint of Guinness in front of him. His overall posture is casual as he leans back against the black leather, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to the elbows, but I can read his true mood in an instant.
From the tight set of his jaw and his downcast gaze as he drums his fingers on the table, as well as the deep crease forming between his eyebrows, something is clearly eating away at him.
Shit. This can’t be good.
“What’s going on?” I slide into the seat opposite him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes still fixed on his pint.
“Tell you what?”
His gaze finally lifts to meet mine, and I see the flash of hurt behind his eyes. “About the clause in Da’s will. You know, the one where we lose control of the entire fucking empire if I don’t move back to the city permanently.”
My jaw clenches as I stare at him.
I guess now I understand why Brennan isn’t joining us.
“Who told you that?” I keep my voice low. “Was it Lorcan?”
“Does it matter?”
“Answer the question.”
Cormac shakes his head as he lets out a breath. “No, it wasn’t Lorcan. Angus told me.”
“Angus? As in AngusO’Malley?”
Cormac nods, and I curse under my breath.
