George tapped his fingers along the armrest. He didn't like Darerca. It wouldn't be an understatement to say he despised her. But...she loved Padraig. He knew that. It was impossible not to love Padraig. This wasn't the 1920s, there was no looming rebellion to use as an excuse to keep Padraig and Darerca at odds.
If Padraig wanted to keep Darerca out of his life, George didn't want to think it was only because he'd been manipulated into it.
"She was worried about you," George said. "If the situation was reversed, all the political interests in the world wouldn't make me talk to her unless I was worried for your life."