Although the act almost kills me, I shove the plate away. A vein in Brody’s neck pulses.
Perfect. That was the right call. Despite my own hunger, I’d rather piss him off than submit to his display of dominance.
“Maybe I wasn’t being clear. I don’t wantfood.I want answers.” I fold my hands in my lap. “What is Declan going to do with me now that we’re here?”
“My job is to deliver the asset.” His lips curve back from the words. “What happens after isn’t my concern.”
“Let me get this straight.” Disbelief laces my voice. “You’re willing to protect me from mercenaries and lecherous biker gangs, but you’re also willing to just hand me over to your ruthless boss to do who knows what?”
“It’s not personal?—”
“Really? Because it kind of feels personal.” I curl my nails into my palms. “Exactly what kind of man are you?”
Brody’s expression deadens, and a muscle tics in his jaw.
Uh oh. Clearly, I hit a nerve.
Chapter 15
Brody
Trinity’s question hangs between us, thick as fog.
Exactly what kind of man are you?
Good question. Honestly? I don’t know.
This thought has crossed my mind a few times over the years. More often in recent months.
Declan’s orders are absolute. I’ve never disobeyed them, even if I didn’t always agree.
For example, all the shit that went down with Maeve. I never condoned the way he treated her. I just never had the guts to do anything about it.
It took her being kidnapped andKellinstanding up to defend her to start jarring me out of the blind obedience I’ve never before questioned.
Lately, I’ve reflected on who I’ve always been and who I want to be. One thing I’m certain of is that past Brody and future Brody don’t always align in my head.
So what kind of manamI?
Now’s not the time to find out, so I shove that inquiry aside.
Deflect. Attack.
The two basic principles of all my training.
I stalk back to the living room where Trinity sits, still eyeing the plate of cooling bacon and eggs she shoved aside like it’s a trap.
“You want to play Twenty Questions? Fine. I’ll go first.Why are those Russians after you?”
She rolls her eyes. “Like I’m supposed to know.”
I’m not buying that. “But you do.” I lower myself into the armchair across from hers and steeple my fingers together.
Her eyes snap to mine and then flick away.
I press her further. “The man you saw at the ceremony. The one you thought was with me. Did you see him at the construction site when those fucks ambushed us?”
She purses her lips, but she doesn’t speak.
