The Old Enemy

The woman wore a dark red coat, which matched the colour of her hair. Four men clad in black suits flanked her. Likely bodyguards. The woman removed her dark sunglasses and flashed a brilliant smile at me. ‘Death seems to follow you around. First Kieran’s grandmother. Now the man himself.’ Kingsley stepped forward, shielding me with his body. ‘Who the hell are you?’ The woman sized him up, then turned towards me. ‘Is this your new beau? Still getting a man to fight your battles for you, I see.’ She sneered. ‘It’s just so like you. Precious Amiyah never needs to get her pretty hands dirty. She just bats her eyelashes at the nearest guy, and he’ll lay down his life for you. But don’t you think it’s too soon to hook up with the new guy? And right in front of your late husband’s grave, tsk.’ She shook her head. ‘I bet his body’s not even cold yet.’ Her gaze landed on my belly. ‘Whose bastard child are you carrying this time?’ I stepped around Kingsley, gestured for him to stand back when h