“Bella,” Tyler said, as he shot up in bed. His heart was racing a mile a minute and all he could think about was Isabella, who for some reason felt a lot closer than before. He and the rest of his group arrived in Dublin at midnight after following his father’s roundabout way of getting there. Even though it was annoying, he understood the reason. They didn’t want Tyler and the rest of them to walk into a trap. The worst part was that they had to stay in a shady motel in one of the worst neighborhoods, instead of a luxury one. Tyler was used to this; however, Rus was not.
When they arrived, they hit as many nightclubs as they could find, searching for information about Dublin Castle and Lorcan Sullivan. They never started a conversation, just eavesdropped, and to their delight, they lea
