“Nice speech,” Kian says.
“Sarcasm?”
“I would never.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t have time to prepare an epic battle speech, okay? I’ll save that for the movie they make about today.”
Kian laughs. I know he’s just trying to release some of the pressure that’s built up between my shoulder blades. Saoirse sidles up closer to my side before her fingers wind through mine.
“Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” I tell her.
She looks at me and swallows. “I would never.”
Kian snorts.
And then we spy movement out the window. It’s a swarm of Kinahan soldiers. They’ve got their weapons ready and their game faces on.
But my scout was right. There’s only two vehicles. No more than twelve men. Maybe less.
I can feel the adrenaline start to pump through my system.
I’ve always loved a good fight.
The only thing that’s stopping the adrenaline from transforming into pure bloodthirsty euphoria is the knowledge that Saoirse and Kian are here.
She shouldn’t be here at all. He isn’t ready for a battle like this.
But we don’t have a choice.
At least we’re here together. And at least they have me.
I’ve lost them both once before. I won’t let that happen again.
I tighten my grip on my guns and check the ammunition. I’m ready as I’ll ever be.
Let the bastards come.
Then a man gets out from the first vehicle. I hear Saoirse gasp as her fingers tighten around my hand.
I glance at her in alarm, but her eyes are fixed on the man in the distance.
“It’s Tristan,” she whispers. “He came.”