Chapter 31
Emma woke up fully dressed in Nicky’s bed, his head heavy on her upper arm. Her legs felt cold and her body shook with the shock of being woken from a deep sleep.
“Em.” The voice sounded hushed as a hand moved from her arm to her hand. “It’s Christopher. I need you to get up.”
“Is it Rohan?” she asked, her breathing laboured.
“Shhhh.” Christopher put a finger over her lips and Emma saw the shape of his head jerk towards Nicky. She extracted herself from the sleeping child and padded downstairs behind the Irishman, accepting his helping hand at the bottom of the stairs.
A council of war awaited her in the warm kitchen, the Aga cranked up to full heat. Allaine clattered over by the kettle, her back turned towards the room. Will sat in the same seat, crusted blood covering his
