I shot her a grin and reached for a roll of bandage. "I know."
"That’s overkill, Aidan. It’s not like they’re bleeding," she argued. "They only started stinging when you prodded them."
"Cleanedthem."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Okay, come on then. If you won’t fuck me, tell me what happened tonight."
I scowled at her.
She scowled back.
I’d totally left myself wide open for that attack. Moron.
"We’re married now. The Feds can’t make me testify against you."
"I’m not worried about the Feds. I’ve never been worried about them," I sneered. "I’m worried about my enemies."
"I have guards."
"So did Camille, Inessa, and Victoria. They were attacked. Aela and Shay were in the line of fire. Aoife—"
"You need better guards," she interrupted.
"Better guards—" I rubbed my eyes. "You’re right."
"My dad got these guys who are ex-Israeli special forces after Aspen was kidnapped. They’re like ghosts."
"I’m sure the men will love me bringing a bunch of Israelis in."
She shrugged. "You wouldn’t need to if they were better at their jobs, would you?"
She had a point.
Again.
Goddammit.
Resting my hands at either side of her thighs on the vanity, I stared at her.
She stared back.
"Da would—"
"Your father’s dead." Savvie swallowed as if saying the words was hard. Her bottom lip quivered, but my little one pushed through her grief to ask, "You’re not going to rule like him, are you? Just because I was a fan doesn’t mean I didn’t see his faults. He was short-sighted to the point of stupidity, believing everything that’s Irish is intrinsically better than anything else."
A breath whistled from between my teeth. "You’re right."
"It happens," she said, but she wasn’t smug about it.
Savvie was more than capable of being a smug pain in my ass. That made her words pack more of a punch than usual.
"Your father—I miss him—"
Before she could continue, I rasped, "How can you? He was a monster."