Thirty-eight
It was the only way.
Cathal felt her hesitate, her whole body trembling.
The word exploded out. She doubled over, both hands clutching her head.
Of course she wanted to kill Murdoch.
Clarity flooded through Cathal. Words and ideas meshed together to form a plan.
Keelin wanted revenge, and Cathal would be a part of that. He would help her get close to this man she hated, give her the opportunity to make him pay. When Keelin ended Cathal’s miserable life, Murdoch would welcome her back to the Hermes with open arms.
That was worth dying for.
The first time she’d used his name. And it stung. He wanted to hide, to cover his hideous face.
Her head shook.
He crouched as he spoke, tensing for her attack.
Cathal shifted, side-on, and raised one arm. He extended his claws. T
