The goblin was trying to distract Declan. “I want you to leave Fiona alone. Don’t contact her. Don’t talk to her.”
Brent laughed then sipped some of his drink. “You know that I can kill you right now.”
The goblin could and it was arrogance and maybe youthful exuberance that had brought Declan to his door. He began to back away, closer to the door. “Then it won’t be as fulfilling for you if you can’t kill her in front of me.”
“I could live with that.”
Declan had underestimated his opponent. A rookie mistake for sure. Brent had been right about his inexperience. He’d made a tactical error and now not only was Declan going to die, but Fiona would, too, without having any idea why. His brothers might never know what happened to him since he’d never told them who the goblin was.
Feck.