Page 125 of Three Irish Kings

It’s the asshole from the bus.

“Thanks.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I trudge to the staircase. At least he didn’t try to talk to me this time.

I’m exhausted and nauseous from not eating by the time I get to the room. The sign says they offer a dinner buffet, so I’ll be able to eat after a nap.

I’m too exhausted right now to figure out food, even though my stomach is rumbling.

Baby’s hungry, I guess.

“Sorry, sweetie.” I rub my stomach. “I’ll get some food in you soon.”

The peeling wallpaper depresses me, nothing like the warm, yellow walls in my room at the cottage. I’d gotten really accustomed to my cell, I guess.

It started to feel like home.

This place isn’t homey at all.

I crawl into the bed and at least, the duvet is clean as I pull it over me, shivering. The sheen of sweat on my skin has turned me cold in the air conditioning.

I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing their faces in my mind, wishing for arms around me.

Chapter Thirty

CILLIAN

I showered,changed my clothes, argued with myself, lost that argument, and now I’m on my way to see Isla. My shift isn’t supposed to start until tomorrow at dawn, but I can’t wait to see her.

At least I was able to realize what’s really important: Isla.

I’m mad about her. Crazy. Want to see her all the time, be with her, touch her. She’s everything to me, she’s mine, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

I don’t care what Liam and Dare think. She’ll choose me. After the other night, I know it.

She loves me back, even if she hasn’t said it.

When I arrive at the cottage, Dare’s car is nowhere to be found.

He wouldn’t have left Isla on her own, would he? Or take her out?

I frown.

It’s dangerous to have her out in the open. Even though Liam has informed his father that Maggie is dead, Cormac doesn’t know it. He’ll still be after Maggie, and Isla is the closest thing still breathing.

And if she gets hurt, I'll kill him.

The door is unlocked when I try the knob, and my throat tightens.

“Dare? Isla?”

There’s this dark void in the pit of my stomach.

They’ve run away together.

My heart aches, but I ignore it, rushing to Isla’s room.

There’s Dare, snoring like a bear on his stomach, the sheet draped over his naked body. But Isla is nowhere to be found.