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Something inside his gut said that Nolan was the deadliest of the two, despite his levelheaded responses to the mind games that were being played.

After watching numerous serial killer documentaries, Jace had learned that the ones who appeared collected and composed were the most terrifying monsters, hiding their true nature under a veneer of calmness and even humor.

Nolan wanted revenge for something concerning a man he’d been in love with, but there was something cold and disturbing in his green eyes. Jace had a feeling that was why Nolan only made eye contact for a brief moment. He didn’t want anyone realizing how deeply the claws of his dark urges were embedded.

The man got off on making others suffer, and his desire for Ian’s death caused an involuntary twitch in his jaw.

Jace pointed at the microphone. Once again, Ian cut it off.

“You have to stop.” Jace shoved at the laptop and watched as it slid across the desk, thankfully stopping before it fell over the edge. He was unsure if those documentaries were making him think he knew how to read someone, but if Nolan was there to end Ian’s life, Jace couldn’t be too far off the mark.

“You told me the two of you used to compete in your snowboarding days,” Jace went on. “That you and Nolan were barely frenemies. But how well do you know him?”

Ian sat forward, resting his forearms on his desk. “Unfortunately, since he broke into my home with the intent to kill me, I’m getting to know the sick fuck more than I want to.”

“I know this is going to make me sound like a crackpot. I mean, I’m not a licensed…whatever, but Nolan isn’t out for simple revenge.”

Ian’s forehead wrinkled. “Take a deep breath, kitten. Gather your thoughts.”

Jace drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I may or may not have a little obsession with serial killers documentaries,” he confessed. “I blame it on the tequila fumes in my house. They’re rotting my brain.”

“Back on track, hon.” Ian coaxed Jace into his lap. “Now go on.”

“Have you ever paid attention to Nolan, like close attention?”

“I try not to preoccupy my time with people I can’t stand,” Ian replied dryly.

“Look at his eyes the next time he faces a camera,” Jace said. “You’ll see something ominous in them. You can practically feel the sick pleasure he gets from hurting people.”

Ian studied Jace for so long that his penetrating stare was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Any second he was going to call Jace, in the politest way, a very adorable weirdo for enjoying those kinds of shows and thinking he could analyze Nolan just from watching the monitors.

This was one of the many reasons why Jace preferred his own company. He never had to worry about being judged if he didn’t hang out with anyone.

“Even before the break-in, I always knew there was something off about Nolan,” Ian said. “To me, he always gave off a strange vibe that unsettled me.”

“You agree with me?”

“Nolan fell in love with a twisted and depraved psycho. It seems they had more in common than I thought.” Ian gave a disgusted shiver. “He’s here to kill me. I think you nailed him perfectly, Jace.”

“Who is Solomon?”

“A deviant who thought buying another person was okay. Solomon died for his mistake.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No,” Ian said. “I just set up the meeting with Solomon that ultimately led to his demise.”

Jace looked at the monitors. “I think Nolan’s killed before, Ian. He’s a shifter, which means he’s almost certainly twice my grandma’s age. You don’t just suddenly wake up one morning as a terrifying monster. Unless you suffered some kind of frontal lobe damage.”

“If he had suffered some kind of damage, shifting into his animal form would have healed him. Which means, there’s a high probability that Nolan has been like this his entire life.”

“Are you for real?” Jace would love to possess that ability. Turn furry for a few hours, or however long it took, and, presto, good as new.

“And since we’re mated, your wounds will heal faster,” Ian informed him. “You also don’t have to worry about diseases.”

Jace jumped and screamed when he heard what sounded like a battering ram crashing into a wall. Ian cursed as he stood, setting Jace on his feet.

“It looks like they’re done playing games.” Ian pointed at the monitors. Jace watched in horror as Nolan and Owen rushed the section of the wall where the hidden door was located, slamming their shoulders into it.

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