"I can't tell you what Uncle Mal wants from me in return. Not yet. I promise that I will come clean about everything later though, Otti, I swear I will," Kieran said, pleading with his eyes.
"Okay, fine," I said. "So what are you asking him for help with?"
Kieran sighed again.
"I can't find Pierce," he mumbled.
Crickets.
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "What did you just say?"
Kieran closed his eyes like he was bracing himself for something before he looked at me with pure agony in his emerald green eyes.
"I shouldn't have told him to go back. We should have just tracked you first. I sent him back there for no reason. I knew they weren't going to let him go once he confronted them. I promised him I would come back for him," he rambled, his voice verging on the edge of torment. "N-
