“Never mind.”
“No,” I insist, “tell me.”
She sighs. “I do think your brother is a threat.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “My brother has no real power. None at all. The only real threat he poses is to Kian’s life.”
“Isn’t that enough?” Aisling asks. “Master Kian is the better man.”
I get to my feet instantly. “You want my brother dead!” I yell. “Don’t you?”
Aisling says nothing. Instead, she gets to her feet calmly, but she refuses to refute the point.
It seems as though I’m furious that she’s insulted my brother. But that’s not why I’m angry at all. It’s her devotion to Kian that is upsetting me beyond reason. It’s making me see things that I don’t want in my head. Like the image of Kian and Aisling, wrapped in each other’s arms. Naked and trembling with desire.
“Get out,” I snarl at her. “Right fucking now. Get out of my sight.”
She doesn’t look angry or even hurt as she silently makes her way out of my room. She just takes it, as though she’s been built to accept the ravings of a stone-cold bitch who’s lost everything time and time again.