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Reaching around to the small of my back, I grasped the grip of my Glock. “And do your loyalties, and those of the town, still lie with the wolf?”
The bartender put the glass down and fixed me with an intense stare. “Aye, my loyalties do, but Clan Fiach has been aiding the town the last few months. We thought the territories had shifted in ownership.”
I ground my teeth together until my jaw hurt. “No,” I replied, my voice low with barely contained anger. Fuck Finnan and his indecision. “No change.”
The man’s eyes darted to my bent arm. “We don’t want no trouble here.”
“You won’t have any if you call Velvet in Galway the next time one of the Fiach Clan come in here. Speak to Mary.”
He swallowed, his eyes darting back to the younger man. “Aye, I reckon I can do that.”
Releasing my grip on the butt of the gun, I brought up my hand to show him I was unarmed, then stalked from the pub.
I got back in the car and drove southeast to Castlebar. After speaking to the locals, it was clear they hadn’t been approached by Clan Fiach. The same could be said about Taum, but the fact that the border town of Charlestown was compromised did not bode well.
By the time I got back to Galway, the sun was setting on what had been a rare sunny day. My phone rang as I pulled into the parking lot beside the harbor, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fallon somewhere.
“What?”
“Anything?” Finnan asked.
I relayed what I’d found out.
“Fuck! That motherfucking, cocksucking bastard!”
I waited for Finnan to gather himself before asking, “What now?”
“I need to know about all the border towns. Go to every single fucking one and find out where their loyalties lie.”
“I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“Now, Lynch. You leave fucking now!”
He hung up, and I threw my phone onto the seat beside me. It would take me a fucking week to go to each town and investigate. It wouldn’t be as easy as it was today either. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to fix things with Fallon, but maybe a week would give her some time to cool off.
Maybe this was for the best.
TWENTY-FIVE
FALLON
ONE WEEK LATER …
It had been a week since I’d seen Orin.
A week since I’d seen anyone belonging to the clan, although I suspected someone was watching the apartment and following me whenever I left. Keir must’ve kept up his end of the bargain and not told Orin where I was, otherwise, I had no doubt he would’ve been hammering on the door and demanding I let him in.
I started going crazy just sitting around and waiting on the second day in the apartment, so I’d gone to college to see how much work I had missed. It had been close to two weeks since I’d last attended, and I had a lot of study to catch up on. Which was how I spent my days. Studying, and trying incredibly hard to ignore the gnawing ache that had set up behind my ribcage.
“Want to get a coffee?”
I blinked rapidly and turned my head in the direction of whoever had spoken to me. The noise of the lecture hall came back to me in stereo, and I looked around the busy space.
“Fallon? Did you hear me? Want to get a coffee?” Molly smiled at me, brushing some of her black hair off her shoulders and behind her ear. She was a third-year student, but crossed enough paths socially that we’d hit it off. When I didn’t answer right away, a frown marred her features. “Are you okay? You’re not feeling unwell again, are you?”
Unwell.
That’s what I’d told everyone when I showed up for classes after a two-week absence. It was the best I could do without revealing everything that had happened to me.
