I jerked my chin in a nod. “I’ll catch you on the other side.”
Tiernan quirked a brow, watching me heading for the door. “Achilles.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “What if she says no?”
“She won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“How did you know Lila loved you?” I shot back.
“When she almost took a bullet for me,” he answered, unblinking. I thought about eighteen-year-old Tierney trying totake her own life just to clear a way for someone else who might be able to pop out babies for me so I could be don.
“Tierney did much more for me. That’s how I know.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Tierney
“This is honestly exasperating.”I sighed my frustration, itching to pull off the blindfold Achilles had wrapped around my eyes. For one thing, it was ruining my mascara. For another, I didn’t like surprises. My life had enough twists and turns to last a millennium. I was perfectly content being informed what was about to happen in the next day, week, month, and decade from now until my demise. “Why do I need to be blindfolded?”
“Because I said so.” Achilles’s flat answer emerged from my right. My short hair swirled in the wind, dancing in every direction. The humming sound of a plane’s engine filled my ears. Everything told me we were boarding a jet. But I didn’t know where to or when we’d be back.
“Hurry up.”
“I can’t see where I’m going,” I hissed out.
The solution to that predicament, apparently, was lifting me up honeymoon style and carrying me at the speed of light up a short flight of stairs. I heard the metal under his feet and knew for certain we were on the jet.
Next, he buckled me up, like I was a toddler, and popped my AirPods into my ears. “What do you want to listen to?”
“An explanation as to where we are?—”
“Music or audiobook.”
I really wanted to strangle him. He was lucky he was attached to my favorite dick, or he’d be in serious trouble.
“Put onHot Girl Bummer,”I grumbled. It was my favorite true crime podcast. “‘The Gnarly Case of the River Murderer,’” I specified. “I already have it downloaded.”
“My sweet, delicate flower.” His mocking tone ran straight past me because he still did as I said.
I dozed off twice during the long flight, and he had to feed me at some point, when he heard my stomach grumble loudly. It didn’t sound like anyone other than him, me, and the staff on the plane. A rarity in itself. The Ferrante clan enjoyed moving in packs of threes and fours, minimum.
Finally, we landed. Achilles picked me up again and led me into the back of a car, giving the driver instructions in a language I didn’t know but sounded like Latin.
“This is kidnapping,” I groused.
“You came here willingly.”
“I thought we were going to Maggiano’s down the street!” I still had clothes in the washer, dammit. When he didn’t answer, I added, “How’d I even get past customs?”
“Tiernan gave me your passport.”
“He’s a traitor,” I mumbled, but I wasn’t angry.
I’d go to hell if it meant being with Achilles, and my brother knew that.
“Do we have a long drive?” I prodded.
