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“Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
I was just glad it had been my arm and not her face that he maimed—like I had a feeling he had been aiming for.
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
“If by her you’re referring to my fella’s sister, then I’ll give you a five-second head start to get the fuck out of her face before I cut your ponytail off and strangle you with it.”
“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”
No matter what, I would be right beside him, ready to pull him back to safety. Even if it meant that I lost myself in the process.
“Because I want to look that bastard in the eyes and show him that you have someone ready and willing to go to war both with you and for you.”
“Help him, Aoife,” she cried, clutching at her throat. “He’s all alone in t-the world.” “No, he’s not,” I assured her in a shaky tone as I ran for the door with only one destination in mind. “He has me.”
