Mór said, “If they find out I have disobeyed, then it will be very painful for me. They’ll make me kill you again, for real, and take my time with it, if I want to keep the new Fenian. And of course you know who I’d choose between the two of you.” He looked at her to see if she’d meant for this statement to be hurtful. It did not seem so. It was just fact: You are not important to me. He is. Of course you know who I’d choose between the two of you. Declan refused to let this sting; it wasn’t new information. She’d been choosing a life without him for years.
