With Ronan and Alex in another room it almost felt like none of it had happened. “You okay, sis?” Dave asked as he stepped into the small area. “I think so,” she said honestly. “I want you to move in with Ronan.” It was obvious that her brother had been beside himself with worry, and so she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted her to move in with Ronan so that he could protect her. This wasn’t another of Dave’s lousy matchmaking moves. Although, considering that the last guy he’d set her up with was one of the two guys she was hopelessly in love with now, maybe his instincts hadn’t been so lousy after all. “Even with the pixie locked away, there is no guarantee that you’ll be safe. Alex says the wards will hold her, but he and Ronan don’t want to alert anyone else to her whereabouts. The fewer people who know what happened to her or where she is the less likely she is to escape.” He crossed his arms and gave her his worried-big-brother look. “But it’s probably only a matter of time before someone else connects the dots and decides to finish what she started.”
