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As alk toward Fergus Griffin, his eyes are fixed onevery aspect of my appearance and demeanor on some kind of chart inside of his head He doesn’t look very impressed

That’s fine, because to enteel as his son I refuse to drop his gaze, stubbornly staring straight back at him without a hint of remorse

“So this is the little arsonist,” Fergus says

I could tell him it was an accident, but that’s not strictly true And I’ to these bastards

Instead I say, “Where’s Callum? Did he drown?”

“Luckily for you, he did not,” Fergus replies

Papa, Dante, and Nero close rank around ot us into thisme

“Don’t talk to her,” Dante says roughly

With a little o inside and have one”

Fergus nods His twosure it really is es to Ellis Foster, a restaurateur and broker who has connections to both the Irish and our faround

Once we’re all inside, Fergus says to my father, “I think it’s best if we speak alone”

Papa slowly nods

“Wait here,” he says to my brothers

Papa and Fergus disappear into one of the private dining roolass doors I can see their outlines as they sit down together, but I can’t make out any details of their expressions And I can’t hear a word they’re saying

Dante and Nero pull a couple of chairs out frous’s men do the sa the saoons while ait