I sat alone in the emptiness, watching the storm passing by.
Dreams of a river were haunting me. I was tossed like a leaf on the tide.
~ Vertigo Rising by Roger Drawdy
“Damn it all to hell!”
Declan’s throat ached from screaming. He hated being this helpless, unable to protect Brianna, unable to even talk to her. Cussing was all he could do. It didn’t solve anything, but it sure as hell felt better.
Mighty mentor Connell had blocked him from any contact with Brianna or those in her life, including Begley. Only Riordan could give and send messages—a damn rookie.
And where was this protective rookie? Nowhere to be found. Not even now, when Begley knelt beside Brianna’s Jetta with C4 and a detonator in his hand.
Why had Brianna taken her car anyway? He’d seen her go toward River Street. Why not walk? Or why didn’t this guy she was dating pick her up in his car?
Declan slammed his fist into a massive oak and screamed once more.
No response, not even a slight breeze. Maybe he should try another way. He would try anything at this point—whatever would save his sister’s life.
“Connell, sir, I know you have the ability to hear me. Please, I’m begging you. Get a message to Brianna. Have Riordan—or someone—draw a Celtic cross on her car window. Draw it, spray-paint it, I don’t care. Just make it a Celtic cross. She’ll know that means me, and it means my promise to protect her.”
Declan waited, but the silence that followed was almost deafening.