Chapter 27 Finley
FINLEY
Loch’s ragin’. No doubt about that.
He wanted this! I agreed because it was supposed to be simple. Earn a bit of trust. Prove my worth to the pack.
Shadow. Report. Easy, no big fuss.
Until my assignment started.
The grassy-domed lecture hall, the too-early sunlight. Then—her.
Luck be damned. That was the beginning of the end. The moment she stepped through those doors, fate feckin’ sucker-punched me straight through the heart. That face alone would be the death of me.
Wish it aimed higher, to knock me clean out. Would’ve been better off.
But it’s too late now. I don’t care. Well, I do. But only in every way that’s her.
Loch can fuck off. The whole lot of ‘em can fuck off.
I can’t lose her. Not when I’ve only started to feel this close to her.
The way Loch looked at me just then in his office, or better put, looked through me. Like he already knew. Saw me as the chancer I was, throat exposed.
It’s all a bloody mess now.
Shite. Oh, this’ll be grand . . .