at finding him.”
“You said it doesn’t work,” Trey needlessly pointed out.
“I know that,” I snapped at him and then took a deep breath when I saw the hurt on Trey’s face. “Fuck, Trey,” I sighed and rubbed my head, feeling instantly guilty. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just cranky and tired and frustrated and… pissed off. I don’t mean to take it out on you… honestly.”
“I think you should take the ring off,” Trey said quietly, eyeing the red stone warily.
I looked down at it and shook my head. “No… no, I need to keep it on. What if it starts working again? If it does, I need to know as soon as possible. That’s the only way An Dilis will be able to catch Amun.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Skye,” Trey said, a little more sternly.
“I love you, Trey, but it’s not your decision,” I sighed again and met his gaze with determination. “He said he’d kill Nikki first. He said he wanted to skin her and sew it into a hat. I won’t let that happen. I’m going to find him somehow.”
“Fine,” Trey fisted his hands on his hips, his anger hitting me full force. “You are so damn hard headed, Skye Morrison.”
“You sound like my mama,” I smirked.
“Then she is a wise woman,” he huffed, but lost some of his fight. “God bless her soul for putting up with a handful like you. I don’t see how that woman isn’t covered in gray hair by now.”
“Summer Wheat #104,” I winked. “Her colorist Pascal is a miracle worker, she says.”
“Oh, gabh mo leisguel!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up. “Must you always-,”
The bedroom door opened, drawing our attention, and a head popped in. “Line’s getting long outside,” Quinn said, nodding his head toward the club. “Seamus said to get your ass down there and give him a hand.”
Trey sighed and looked back at me. “We’ll finish this later. All I’m trying to say is be careful, okay?”
“Aren’t I always?” I smiled.
Trey rolled his eyes and walked out shaking his head.
“You too,” Quinn said. “Lochlan’s going to need a hand tonight. We’re expecting a full house again, VIP and PVIP especially.”
“Okay,” I sighed, not really feeling up to working tonight but knowing my brothers and sisters needed me. “Let me get changed and I’ll be down there in twenty minutes.”
“Better make it ten,” he cocked his eyebrow and smirked before shutting the door again.
I groaned and flashed into action, putting my makeup on and dressing for the night in record time. I went simple with tonight’s attire, wearing a low cut, long sleeve vinyl bodysuit that laced up the front and red patent leather pumps. After taking my hair down from its bun and fixing the waves with my fingers, I headed down to the second floor.
Lochlan was behind the bar restocking bottles. He looked up and me with a smirk and chuckled. “Trey tells me you’re inna mood. Says don’ be surprised if ya take ma’ head off.”
“Trey said that, did he?” I raised an eyebrow as I got to work.
“Aye,” Lochlan smiled deviously as he fully faced me. “I bet ol’ Lochlan knows ‘ow ta put a smile back on tha’ gorgeous face o’ yours.”
“Is that right?” I smiled at him.
“Aye,” he wagged his eyebrows and I laughed. He grabbed me by my waist, spun me around and dipped me, causing me to squeal in surprise. “Care ta take a wee spin up in Archer’s office?”
“You cad,” I laughed as I playfully smacked his arm. “With an offer like that, how’s a girl to refuse?”
We laughed and cut up as we finished our prepping duties, my bad mood semi-improved. I wanted to call Archer and find out what was going on, but I decided it would be better to talk to him in person. Quinn had been right, tonight was a full house. The club quickly filled up to capacity and we were slammed in VIP.
“Do we have any more Macallan 30?” I called out to Lochlan as I dug around under the bar looking to see if a bottle was hidden in the back. “I need it for bottle service.”
“Aye. I’ll go grab it from tha stockroom,” Lochlan said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Be back inna jiff.”
I took the next order and before I could fill it, Lochlan had returned. “That was fast.”
“Ran in ta Trey at tha foot of tha stairs,”