Chapter Forty Seven

“Argue, argue, argue.” As Lyon stepped forward, Destiny’s heart lurched. “Do you know how much of an old married couple you sound? Divers this, Destiny that. Of course I knew from the start there was something between you. I just wondered when you were going to get round to running away together, as I know Mr. O’Roarke here wanted to do with Eirwin St. James on that last little job he messed up.”

“Really?” Destiny spoke with a confidence she was oceans away from feeling. Messed up were not words she wanted to hear here when her side was dying on her. But if she didn’t speak, she never would. “And you somehow think this is of interest to me because … well, why? No-one ever wanted to run away with you, is that it?”

“I considered you, Miss Rhodes—“

“Really? In your dreams was it?”

“--despite the sharp tongued bitch you are. Uh—“ Divers O’Roarke lunged forward. “Stay exactly where you are, or I’ll shoot her where she stands.”