Keenan by Jane Henry

Author:Jane Henry [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Keenan

I wake with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on sleeping beside me, curled up to my chest. Her long, long, black hair hangs down her back in waves of silk, and the purity of her expression gives me momentary pause.

What did I do last night? My head pounds from the drinks I had, my mouth as dry as cotton. Motherfucker. I haven’t had a hangover since I was a fucking teenager. She barely stirs when I sit up and get out of bed. I tuck the blanket back in around her, a sort of pride or maybe joy filling me at the opportunity to take this tender moment of caring for her.

I’ve never cared for anyone before. I’ve protected them. I’ve defended them. I’ve learned and led, listened and spoken. But never have I taken care of anyone, not like this. When my brothers were little, I was off to Saint Albert’s, boarding with Malachy, and not brought back to be with them until I’d been trained in the way of The Clan.

I sit on the edge of the bed, cradling my head in my hands with a smashing headache, and reach for my phone.

“Pain relievers,” I croak into the phone when Sebastian answers.

“Sending them up, captain,” he says. “And drink what I send you as well.”

He’s no fool. He knows why I’m hungover and will help me relieve my misery.

I hang up the phone, when I feel gentle hands on my back.

“Are you okay, Keenan?”

“Hungover, lass, but I’ll be fine.”

“You said last night that you would be.”

“Did I?”

I don’t remember. Fucking hell.

“Yes,” she says softly, looking up at me with those wide eyes that steal my heart with every flutter of her lashes. “You said you’d deal with the aftermath today. And here you are. I’m sorry, I wish I could help.”

Is the girl that innocent that she thinks my headache is the aftermath I referred to? Jesus.

I get to my feet and head to the shower. “I’ll have food sent up,” I tell her. I want to crawl beneath the covers and hold her again, as if she’s my talisman against the work that I do, the demons I wrestle. But I can’t lose my edge, my focus.

“Get up and ready. You can shower after me.”

I ignore the look of hurt on her face and get clean clothes from my dresser, when my phone rings.

“Yeah?”

“The body was disposed of, sir.”

Tully.

“Well done, Tully. Any blowback?” I need to know if the man we killed last night was missed by anyone. If we should brace for retribution.

“Nossir. Seems some were happy to be rid of him, truth be told.”

“Aye. Well done, you. We’ll call a meeting later today to discuss what happened, and my plans for the school this afternoon.”

“Yessir.”

We disconnect the call, and I head to the shower. I take a steaming hot one, but even the scalding water isn’t enough to cleanse me, to rid me of what haunts me. Angrily, I shut the water off and head back to the room.

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