Pressing a hand over my pounding heart, I exhale a shaky breath. “Thank god.”
“The other one. The blond.”
The tone of his voice makes me nervous. “Spider? Is he okay?”
He nods, then says thoughtfully, “I have to give it to your Irishmen, they’re a persistent bunch. Dumb, but persistent.”
“What do you mean?”
He turns his head and gazes down at me with dark, emotionless eyes. “Spider’s in Moscow. He came to search for you.”
That leaves me breathless. With shock, but also with fear, because I know what Mal will do next.
And it isn’t bring Spider a welcome basket.
Panicking, I turn to him and grab his arm. “Please don’t—”
“Save your breath,” he interrupts. “I won’t kill him.”
I collapse against the porch railing, closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“You seem par
