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CALAN
Four Years Ago
My nose and jaw throbbed as I dropped into the backseat of an iconic
Edinburgh black cab. I cursed under my breath when my ass hit the
leather and the jarring made another sharp bolt of pain shoot from my
nose.
“Where to, sir?” The cabbie glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his
accent heavy and a gray woolen cap pulled down low over his forehead.
I kept my sleeve pressed against my nose in an attempt to keep the blood
from ruining my shirt, and I tried to pluck the name of my hotel out of my
alcohol-soaked brain. “The, uh, the Dalhousie Castle.”
His eyes widened and he paused for a beat before he shrugged and pulled
away from the curb. “That’s a nice place. The real McCoy. King Edward the
First was a guest there once upon a time.”
“Yeah, I know.” Spare me the history lesson.
Thankfully, the man shut up as he navigated away from the venue,
turning from one darkened street into another, and then another. Leave it to
my brother to make us travel all the damn way to Scotland and then not even
have the decency to choose a place close to anything.
I groaned as I leaned against the seat, tilting my head back in the hopes
that I could stop using my sleeve to stem the tide of blood. Maybe even see if
there was any crunching of bone if I poked myself.
Holy hell, I can’t believe Finn did this. Who knew he had it in him?
All my life, I’d thought my brother was the type to sue rather than throw
a punch. Guess I was wrong. Asshole.
I sighed, but then I gagged when I realized I was still bleeding—into my
mouth now that my head was tilted back—and that the taste of blood and
whiskey didn’t go well together. I slid my sleeve to my nose again, sitting up
as a wave of irritation rolled through me.
“Fucking Finlay. Sucker-punching me like a coward. The nerve. The
fucking nerve.”
As I vented to myself, the cabdriver glanced up again, but this time, he
took a proper look at me in the mirror, saw I was bleeding everywhere, and
jerked the steering wheel to pull over. “You’re going to have to get out, sir. I
won’t have blood on my seats. It’s the festive season. I’m too busy to get her
cleaned.”
I bristled, my eyes narrowing as I glared at him. “Just take me to the hotel
and I’ll pay extra.”
“No, sir. You can get out here.”
“You’re kicking me out?” Disbelief rippled through me. “Seriously? It’s
fucking freezing out there.”
The man nodded. “I’m sorry, sir. You’re bleeding.”
“Yeah, I know.” I shook my head and then immediately regretted it when
more pain flared through me. Gritting my teeth, I dug into my pocket with
my free hand, pulled out a bill, and tossed it at him before I climbed out.
“Thanks for nothing, dick.”
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