What if sheisa spy?
What if her intentions aren't what they appear? How can I even blame her for that, when my own aren't?
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. So for now, I spin her around the dance floor. For now, I lean down and brush my lips against her cheek, watching the way she flushes. For now, I dance with her, holding her to me as if she's everything. Jesus, sheis.
“I still think Fran doesn’t look so good,” she says, frowning.
“I think she looks fantastic,” I say. “You did a crackin’ job with that dress, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” she says distractedly as we sit down next to Islan. “But that isn’t what I mean. She looks so gorgeous, she could grace the cover of a bridal magazine. Everything looks perfect. But there are dark circles under her eyes, and I don't think I've seen her smile the entire day.” She shakes her head. “Maybe it's just in my head. I guess I'm imagining things, she just looks really upset.”
“Can't say I'd be too happy marrying that bloke,” I say under my breath. God, the lad’s scrawny, and there's something about him that I don't trust. “How did she meet him again?”
“They met online,” Islan says with a frown, looking at them. “I think you’re right, she looks like something’s eating her up. What on earth is it? I’m going to go check.”
She stands up and walks over to Fran, head held high.
“Is there nothing she won’t do when she sets her mind to it?” Bryn asks.
“Nope. She was bloody awful when she was a teen. Got into it ourselves a time or two.”
“Did you?”
I frown, looking over at Islan. “Of course. We’re supposed to protect them, make sure they don’t get hurt. And let’s just say they weren’t always cooperative.Aren’talways cooperative.”
She shakes her head. “God, I know howthatgoes. All the sympathy.”
“For us or for them?”
She rolls her eyes. “Forthem.”
My phone rings, and I pull it out of my pocket.Leith.I hold up a finger to Bryn.
“Need a minute.”
She nods. “Aye, of course.”
I answer. “Leith. Everything going alright?”
“Aye. Everything alright with you?”
He didn’t call me to check up. Something’s wrong. I lower my voice and turn away from Bryn. “Aye, what is it?”
“What’s your plan with her?”
I look quickly back to Bryn, then look away. I decide to divert him. “You know my plan and I can’t speak freely here.”
“I don’t, Mac. And after last night I’m bloody nervous that she’s fuckin’ spying on us. You said you’d get revenge for us, that you’d?—”
I walk away quickly, concerned she’ll overhear. Jesus.
“I know what I said,” I tell him.
“Well, we’ve information that might impact things.”
I listen, my stomach clenching at the thought of hurting her, at the thought of doing what I actually planned.
“What is it?”
