The touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, and she was suddenly caught between giggling,going weak at the knees, and standing exposed in the middle of Maureen’s kitchen, despite the fact that they were both fully clothed. She shrugged at him, a warning, though not enough to brush him off. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and when the brush of lips disappeared, it only quickened. Fiona looked down and was silent for a moment, because she had to catch her breath before saying anything.
"Oh, really?" She asked, finally able to match his smirk, her eyebrows coming up, as she met his eyes. "Brothers or police?" This was far from amusing, especially if it was the latter, and she did not know why, but she had to know. She had seen one N.I. Police scuffle after another, each one more brutal than the last, and she just had to know. Whatever the case, at least this one had not lost an eye.
It was Filip’s question that tore her from these thoughts, and Fiona sighed pressing against him all the more, as if to aid in her words. ”Bloody. Exhausting. Even St. Matt’s can’t keep all the horrors out, and it’s frightening, really. Not so much the place itself, but — Kerri asked me if it was haunted, the little imp, and I nearly turned and ran all the way back to Maureen’s.”