Chapter Sixteen
“You have saved me, Your Highness.” Stefan bowed low. “My daughter will never forget this night. So, the information you require in exchange for your service tonight.”
As the taxi passed through the city, I gazed at the documents. The documents that included my father’s address. Or at the very least, his last known address.
And because my life was absurd, Connor Gallagher just so happened to be living in Dublin, Ireland.
What an asshole. He was right under our noses the entire time.
“You don’t seem pleased,” said Olivier as we took the elevator to our hotel rooms.
I blinked. “What? Oh. No, I’m pleased. We got what we came for.” I folded up the papers, handing them to Olivier, but Olivier pressed them back into my grasp.
“This is your father, Niamh. Not mine. Aren’t
