Mag-log inWeeks later.The chapel in Galway was exactly as I remembered.Small. Made of ancient stone. With stained glass that let the light enter in colors, even on cloudy days. This was where Declan and I got married, years ago, when the world still seemed simpler. When I was still just Evie. When he was still just Declan. And when the future seemed like something we could control.Today, the chapel was almost empty.Just us.Declan, Harvey, and me.Claire. Maeve. Matthew.Zion and Luka.No one else. No priest. No traditional ceremony. Just us, the ancient stone, and the weight of everything we'd been through to get here.I stood in the center of the chapel, wearing a simple cream linen dress. My hair was loose. My belly was already visibly rounding. Declan stood to my right, in a dark suit. Harvey to my left, also in a suit, but with his tie a little looser, as he always did when nervous.Claire sat in the front row, her stuffed rabbit on her lap. Matthew sat beside her, quiet, holding his m
We three sat in the living room of the house in Dublin on a cold December night. The fireplace was lit. Claire was already asleep upstairs. The baby moved gently in my belly. Outside, the rain tapped lightly against the windows.None of us had planned this conversation. It just happened.After everything, it became clear that we needed to stop living on autopilot. We needed to define what we were. What we wanted to be. And how we were going to make this work without hurting each other more.Declan sat in the large armchair, his elbows on his knees. Harvey sat on the sofa, his hands clasped together. I sat between them, in the middle of the sofa, my legs folded under me.For a few minutes, no one spoke.It was Declan who broke the silence."We need to talk," he said, direct as always. "For real. No war. No threats. No one being taken away. We need to decide how this is going to work from now on."Harvey nodded slowly."I agree. We've lived in chaos for too long. Now that the worst is o
Of course, after I spent a week alone with Declan, enjoying each other, I needed to reward my other man.The cabin in Vermont was exactly as Harvey described: isolated, small, made of dark wood, surrounded by tall trees and absolute silence. There were no neighbors for miles. No strong cell signal. Nothing but the frozen lake outside and the crackling fireplace inside.We came alone.Declan had stayed in Dublin with Claire. Maeve and Matthew were somewhere else, rebuilding their lives. For the first time since everything started, Harvey and I were completely alone—no plans, no threats, no underworld, no one to judge us.The drive had been silent. Not in a heavy way. It was a silence that felt necessary. Harvey drove most of the time, his hands firm on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road. I looked out the window, feeling the baby move occasionally in my belly.When we arrived, it was already night. Snow fell slowly. Harvey brought in the bags while I lit the fireplace. The house wa
We came to the lake house in Galway without telling anyone.It wasn't an escape. It wasn't a work trip. It was just... us. For the first time in fourteen years, Declan and I were completely alone. No Claire. No Harvey. No underworld. No threats. No ghosts.The house was small and old, made of dark wood, built right on the edge of the lake. It had a porch that faced the water and a wooden deck where we could sit and hear only the wind and the gentle waves lapping at the shore. Declan bought the place years ago, but almost never came. He said it was a place he kept for when he needed to disappear. I'd never been here before.When we arrived, it was late afternoon. The sky was painted orange and purple. Declan brought in the bags while I opened the windows to let the fresh air in. The smell of pine and lake water filled the house immediately.Neither of us spoke much.We didn't need to.After everything we'd been through—after Richard, after the castle, after the war—words seemed too sma
Maeve started therapy two weeks after we returned to Dublin.She didn't want to go at first. Said she didn't need it. That she'd already survived everything alone for years and would keep going. But I saw the truth in her eyes. Saw the way she looked at Matthew when she thought no one was paying attention. Saw the tremor in her hands when someone spoke loudly near her. Saw the way she closed up every time her father's name was mentioned.I didn't push. I just left the contact of a therapist on the kitchen table one night. A woman Harvey recommended. Someone discreet, who had worked with people from the underworld before. Someone who knew how to keep secrets.Three days later, Maeve picked up the paper."I'll try," she said, not looking at me. "Just to see."I didn't respond. Just nodded.Because I knew that for Maeve, admitting she needed help was already a huge victory.The first session was on a rainy afternoon.I drove her. Matthew stayed with Claire at the house. Maeve was silent
We returned to Dublin almost three weeks ago.The old house in the Highlands no longer exists. Glenfinnan Castle turned to ashes and international news. Richard Ashford is dead. Maeve's father too. The main names in the corruption network were eliminated or are being hunted. The entire Irish underworld is still digesting what happened.And now Declan decided it was time to do something no one expected.He wants to officially make Harvey part of the Callahan family.Publicly.In the underworld.When he first said it, I almost dropped my glass.We were in the kitchen of the house we rented in Dublin. Claire was upstairs, sleeping. The baby moved gently in my belly. Harvey was leaning against the counter, drinking black coffee. Declan walked in, took off his jacket, and spoke directly, as he always does when he's already decided something."I'm going to officially make Harvey part of the family," he said. "Publicly. With witnesses. With the entire underworld watching."Harvey stopped wit
Glenfinnan Castle woke up violently.The first charges exploded on the south side at exactly 03:07 a.m. The blast was deep and guttural, as if the mountain itself had let out a roar. Fire and smoke rose against the still-dark sky. I felt the vibration in my chest, even though I was on the east side
The decision to cross the North Sea is Declan’s.After Claire is taken to the safe house, the old house becomes strangely quiet. We can no longer trust normal land or air routes. Richard has proven more than once that he’s tracking movements.“We’re going by boat,” Declan announces during the morni
The decision is made the morning after our last night together.After breakfast, Declan, Harvey, and I gather in the living room. The atmosphere is heavy. Everyone knows that Operation Sirius begins in less than twenty-four hours. Glenfinnan Castle is confirmed. Maeve’s father is there. Richard is
The night before Operation Sirius is too silent.The three of us know what's coming. Tomorrow at dawn, we head toward Glenfinnan Castle. Tomorrow we're going to face Maeve's father — and possibly Richard. Tomorrow everything could change. Or end.None of us can sleep.Declan is the first to speak,







