She sags into her chair, “Of course not, and even if he did, his friendship with my brother is far more important than I ever will be.”
Both Olivia and I frown at that, “Are you sure about that?” I ask.
“What do you mean? Of course, I’m sure.”
“Okay, well you might want to have that conversation with Killian’s face because that man would not stop watching you, and when he pulled you off that table? God damn, even I swooned a little.” Olivia fans her face
I chuckle at that because she’s not wrong.
Savannah clears her throat, “Honestly, it’s nothing.”
I didn’t believe her, not one bit and I’m surprised Bast hasn’t clued into it yet. I’m certainly not going to be the one to tell him and neither will Olivia.
“Bast would kill him,” Savannah sighs, “Likeactuallymurder him.”
I flick my eyes to Olivia, widening them but she sees.
“I know what they do and who they are,” Savvy says in a low voice, “They think I don’t but I’m not stupid.”
I sigh, “If you like Killian, fuck what anyone thinks, I say go for it.”
“You don’t understand, he will actually kill him.”
I frown, “They’re best friends, of course he wouldn’t.”
“No, really, he would. And if not Bast, then it would be Malakai. They still see me as a kid.”
“But Killian doesn’t.”
She shrugs, “I don’t know.” Her hands cradle her coffee mug, “He never looked at me once growing up which was fine, he’s ten years older than me so when I was the dorky teenager with braces, he was going to college parties. But then I came back from college, and he just looked at me different.”
“You grew up,” Olivia says, “And I don’t know if you know this, but you’re fucking gorgeous. I totally would.”
Savannah snorts a laugh, “I always crushed on him, it’s so cliché but he never looked at me until I came home after graduation but then I went on tour, and I haven’t been around much.”
“Perhaps the guys have changed their stance on you dating one of them,” I say.
She gives me an incredulous look, “Last week I heard him threaten them while I was on the phone if they even looked at me wrong.”
I wince.
“Yeah, but Bast practically raised me so he can’t see me as anything else other than the little girl he watched over. I’m still a kid with grazed knees who he needed to fix up with a band aid and a snack.”
Something warms in my heart with that thought. Sebastian is so imposing and scary that it’s hard to believe he was ever tender with his baby sister, let alone raised her.
She shrugs, “It’s okay, I’m back now for a while, I’m young and I plan on taking full advantage of it, starting with dating, lord knows I haven’t done much of that.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Olivia nods encouragingly.
It probably is a good idea, less heartbreak that way and less chance of bloody murder.
Chapter Twenty-two
Istand at the bar with Malakai, nursing a whiskey as people mill all around us. It’s one of the many events we must suffer through for the sake of the mask we wear as the faces of Farrow Industries.
No one would look at us and see us for the ruthless killers we are. No, we are businessmen and upstanding members of the community.
Even if there are at least five people in this room I have taken jobs for.
