“You could always ask her yourself.” He leans back in his chair, trying to look casual, but in his pale, bloody state, the position makes him look like he is fading quickly. “I’m happy to wait here while you two hash it out.”
I take one large step towards him and thrust the blade tip beneath his chin, tilting his face up to mine. “Who?”
His eyes go wide, but the smile doesn’t slip. “Our gunrunner.”
“The Irish gunrunner?” Suspicion raises the hairs on the back of my neck. I need time to process this. I don’t know what any of it means.
Reece nods. “That’s what he told me, anyway. And a lot of the other guys.”
“What did he say?” The words are almost lost to a growl, but Reece seems to understand me.
“Nothing much,” he says with a shrug. “He told us they were engaged, her father arranged
