When I turn back to the men sitting around my table, however, I feel a slight surge of energy. Mylieutenants are here, and we are going to get Eve and Milaya back. I know it.
“The Irish took them,” I say flatly. The words roll off my tongue easily. They are facts, and I’mdelivering them.
Underneath it, though, there is anger. Rage like I’ve never felt, and I know it could come explodingout at any second. “The Irish took my family.”
“I thought they disbanded,” Grigory says.
“They laid low long enough to make me feel comfortable.” I hate admitting my own weakness, but if Iwant my family back, I have to be honest.
Grigory nods and looks down at his hands. Usually, he is more outspoken. He isn’t afraid to challengeme, within reason, and ensure I am doi
