Page 122 of Godless Saints

Three dots. Gone. Back again.

You weren’t going to tell me.

I just did.

After I asked.

You like making me answer. Gets you off when that pretty control of yours cracks, doesn’t it?

Don’t deflect.

Where in Ireland?

My thumb hovered.

Ashbourne land.

That is not a place.

Nothing.

Are you leaving because of me?

Everything I do lately is because of you.

I should have deleted it.

I didn’t.

Are you in danger?

I’m Irish.

Cillian.

I’ll be fine.

Tell me the truth.

My thumb slid across the screen.

I don’t want to drag you any deeper into this shit, Moonshine. Not yet.

What are you talking about, Cillian? Don’t you dare start speaking in riddles now.

Nothing you need to worry about right now. I’ve got something I need to fix before it touches you. That’s all you get.

That is not an answer. You’re hiding something. And it has to do with why you’re suddenly running to Ireland right after everything.

Yeah. It does. And you’re going to have to trust me on this one.

Silence. A long one. Ugly.

Don’t.

I know.

Don’t say that and leave.