Does she want to?
It’s early morning, but the staff will have breakfast laid out in the dining room. I’m not even sure what she likes.
“Brother.”
The greeting comes from behind me, and I jump. Keenan grins.
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” he says. “Came up to talk to you. You going down for breakfast?”
“Aye.”
He looks at the locked door, and at the guards on either side. “The girl in there?”
I nod. “She’s locked in my bed, dead asleep.”
He nods thoughtfully and walks with me down the length of the hall. Keenan knows something.
“What is it, Keenan?”
He looks up at me in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You found something out. We can all tell when you’re hiding something, you know.”
My step feels lighter as I walk down the hallway. The smell of baked goods and frying sausage permeates the air, and my stomach aches with hunger.
Keenan nods. “Aye, I do. We need a Clan meeting after breakfast. You said the girl’s secured?”
“Aye.”
“Do you have any belief whatsoever that she’s hiding something, Tiernan?”
I shrug. “No idea, to be honest. The first few days were me riding out her withdrawal symptoms, see.”
He nods as we make it to the landing. The door opens, and Lachlan joins us. He jerks his chin in greeting at me.
“Are they bad?” Lach asks.
“Oh, aye. Really fucking bad, mate.”
“Christ,” Keenan says. “Sorry, Tiernan.”
We walk toward the dining room. “Former addict, soon enough,” I say with a sigh. “Sebastian helped, said hardcore detox would be done in three days.”
“Hardly done, though,” Lachlan says. “You’ll have to watch her like a fucking hawk now, Tiernan.”
I sigh. “I know it, aye. But we’ve broken through. The worst of it’s over.”
We enter the dining room, but only a few of my brothers are there. It’s early yet. They ask me how things have gone, and I fill them in while I pile food on plates to bring upstairs.
“I’m going up to feed her, and I’ll see what I can get out of her.”
Keenan nods. Lachlan looks troubled. “Was she an addict when she was mates with Fiona?”
I shake my head. “Doubt it.”
He scowls at the kettle as he pours steaming hot tea into a cup. “Good. But it’s a shame how quickly things changed for her.”
I shrug. “Been a few years, hasn’t it?”
Lachlan nods. “Suppose. You know Fiona saw her the other day, when you were bringing her upstairs.”
I nod. “Aye.”
“Was damn disturbed that night. Poor girl couldn’t sleep a wink.”
“I bet.”
If the situation were reversed, I’d be as troubled as she is.
Lachlan eyes me and snorts. “Bet you found a few things to keep her busy.”
I smack his arm, but he only howls with laughter when I don’t deny it.
I finish filling the plates up with food. “You know the staff would’ve brought that up to you, don’t you?” Keenan asks. Still, he looks troubled.
I nod. “Aye.” I wanted to see my brothers, though. I’ve been so isolated upstairs, and I wanted to give the girl a break.
“Needed to check in?”
How does he always know? I nod. “Aye.”
Maeve, Keenan’s mum, waltzes into the dining room, her arms laden with flowers. “Good morning, boys!” she says. “’Tis a gorgeous day outside.” She looks at me as she bends and gently eases the flowers on a side table. “How’s your charge, Tiernan?”
Her eyes are concerned, her lips pursed as she waits for an answer. She never pries, but always knows exactly what we’re up to.
I sigh. “Sleeping. The girl’s had a rough go of it.”
“Oh, aye, I bet,” Maeve says, and I can tell just by looking at her that she’d give anything to go up and mother the girl. “You think she’d fancy a visit?”
I shake my head. “No, Maeve, I’m sorry. I’m sure eventually she will, but we’ve had three straight days of really brutal detox.”
Nolan enters the dining room, his hands in his pockets.
“Don’t I bloody well know how that goes,” he mutters. Before I met him, he was an alcoholic, but he’d gotten sober before we moved here. He told me about his time in detox, and how he’d give anything not to go through that again.
“Once she’s settled, maybe she’d like some visitors.”
“But the question is, will she rat you out?” Lachlan sips his tea, his eyes fixed on me.
I frown. “Not sure, to be honest. I don’t think so, but I’m not counting on it.”
“And on that note, sound the word that we’re having a mandatory meeting of the inner circle in an hour,” Keenan says.
“Everything alright?” I ask, knowing before I even ask that it’s useless to pry. He won’t tell us if he isn’t ready.
He mulls it over before he answers, all eyes on him, as the staff comes in and out. They place large platters of food on the table, whisking empty plates away.
“We’ll talk then.”
“Right, then. I’ll bring her food and join you in an hour.” I nod to one of the staff and order some tea brought up as well.
I’m halfway to the door when Lachlan’s voice stops me. “Tiernan?”
I turn in silence to look at him.
“You think Fiona can pay her a visit?”
I frown, thinking about it. “Aisling… might like that, but I’ll leave it up to her.”
Lachlan scowls but nods. “Aye. Understood, brother. Let me know.”
I’m balancing several plates as I make my way toward the stairway, when I hear a plaintive voice behind me.
“Need help, Tiernan?”
I turn to see Fiona sitting by the large window in the entryway, a book in her lap.
“I’m good, thanks.”
Her brows draw together. “How is she?”
I sigh. “Better.”
“She screamed like a bloody banshee when you brought her in.”
“Aye. Was strung out.”
Fiona winces. “Heard something of the sort.”
“Did you?”
“Oh, aye. Bloke I went to school with works for the Ballyhock police now, had to arrest her a few months back. Said she was high as balls.”
I nod. “Aye. I’ll have to chat with you later, Fiona. You need to fill me
