The stubborn aul’ lad nods and ignores his shaking legs as he stands. I reach out to help steady him. “They think he’s ye,” he whispers, gesturing to Cian. “They kept sayin’ she told them so.”
She?
Who the f**k is she?
Quickly cutting the rope binding Imogen, Keegan lifts her limp body into his arms. “My friend is out back. He’ll help ye.”
Keegan doesn’t need to be told twice. “For what it’s worth, thank ye, lad. I know we letcha down. But ye still came for us.”
“I didn’t come for you,” I blankly reply, not interested in playing happy families. That time has come and gone.
He nods, accepting this for what it is, and staggers out the door.
Cian moans, and when he shifts, I see blood spurting from his side. He’s been stabbed.
“Always gettin’ yerself in trouble, aren’t ya?” I say, att
