“Bhrèagha,” he murmurs, still staring hard at Eva. “You came.”
It sounds like a s****l innuendo, which—as I’m sure he intended—sets every nerve I own on edge. “You don’t speak to her,” I say, loudly enough that it echoes off the walls and several tourists turn to look.
He flicks a cool glance in my direction and looks me up and down. Then, sounding disappointed, he says, “You’re taller than I expected.”
If I were a peacock and had plumage, my feathers would snap out and shimmy all over the place right now. “I’m exactly the same height as you are.”
“I know. You sounded shorter on the phone.”
We take the measure of each other while Eva softly sighs.
“Is this going to go on for long, boys? Don’t we have some important stuff to discuss?”
Killian shifts his eyes in her direction, and I’m
