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For a second, nothing lines up.

Then it does.

Alasdair didn’t give his daughter power.

He made her the battlefield.

My chest tightens so hard that I have to drag air in. Fionn stands there bleeding, already smiling because he fucking knows.

My gaze cuts to Keira standing a few feet away, her face still flushed, lips swollen from my mouth. She still looks like she did in my kitchen earlier.

Except now, every second with her turns sideways in a way I don’t fucking like. That bastard’s admission echoes in my head. She’s seen and heard things that no Harrington should ever see.

Christ, I let her get too close.

“Understood,” I say, ending the call and dropping my aim.

Fionn’s lips quirk, satisfaction cutting through the blood on his lip. I no longer feel any heat in my body.

“Take your brother and get off my land.”

Keira rushes at me and grabs my hand. “What’s going on?”

I rip my hand from hers and step away. She’s too fucking close. She smells like us, and I can still taste her on my tongue.

“Get off my land, Harrington.”

She frowns, reaching for me again, inching closer.

“Saint—”

Our gazes lock, and my chest kicks hard. “You’re not welcome here anymore. Leave.”

“I don’t understand… What happened to me and you… To us being⁠—”

My chest tightens, and I turn on my heel as she’s still speaking. I curl my hands into fists and keep walking.

I hear the car door slam.

But I don’t turn around to watch her go.

And just like that, she’s on the wrong side of me.

Chapter 33

Saint

The man is already on his knees when I walk in.

Rafe slams the door behind us, drawing the man’s head up fast.

His wrists are bound behind him, shoulders pulled back, breath uneven from wrestling Dane before I got here.

He blinks at me the way they all do once reality clicks.

Dane leans against the far side wall, arms folded. He hitches his chin when I nod over to him.

I take the gun from my holster and let it hang at my side as I move closer to the guy who owes us money.