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I lay back down beside him and roll over. We both know it’s time for sleep, and the time to divulge secrets to one another is over.

For now.

He lays his heavy arm over my body, and I sigh. Nothing gives me comfort like the weight of his arm.

I want to ask him how we’re coming along on the next job we have to do—finding my parents’ murderer. I want to remind him that he promised me that he wouldn’t leave me hanging. But I’m tired, and so is he. Tomorrow, then.

I yawn widely, my eyes closing.

“Thank you for that,” I whisper, as slumber beckons.

“For what?”

“For trusting me with the truth.”

I need to ask him about my parents. Have we made headway with anything at all? I’m feeling frustrated and impatient, so ready to move on this. But not tonight.

I fall into a deep sleep.

I dream of hunting, and weapons, and throwing the new knives he bought me, but every time I throw them, I miss the target.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Cain

“Cain!”

I look up from my laptop, my eyes blurry from staring too long, and blink. Someone just called my name.

“Cain, come here!” It’s Skylar.

I jump up from my seat and stalk to my office door, my pulse accelerating. Why the hell is she yelling for me? I yank it open, ready to grab the weapon I keep on me at all times. I check the heft of it in my holster, just in case.

It’s been too calm around here for too damn long, and my head’s been so buried in research I’m still mentally in the dark and dirty trenches of my research.

“Cain!”

My boots hit hard on the top landing as I jog toward the top of the stairs.

“What?” My heart’s beating hard, and I don’t hear Violet. Where’s Violet?

I come around the corner at the top of the stairs, staring down the banister at the living room below. Skylar stands with her hands on her hips and Violet’s in her shadow, shaking her head.

“Told her you were busy,” Violet mutters, rolling her eyes. She’s got a string of pinecones in her hand. “But she insisted.” Violet looks up at me and her eyes go a little wider. “See? I told you not to yell his name. You scared the hell out of him. Lucky he didn’t blow your damn head off.”

“I’mnot the one who shoots without reason,” I remind her.

She rolls her eyes heavenward. “You shoot a weapon you didn’t know was loadedone timeand you never live it down.”

“Never.”

Joe snorts from the doorway, walking in with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a napkin in the other. “Boss, we got a call from a Miss Robbins? She says she has some urgent news.”

Violet looks at me. “First time I ever heard of that one.” There’s a chill in her gaze I haven’t seen often, and I look at her curiously.

“Yeah, because the case is as cut and dried as they come.” I groan. “And seriously, this Robbins woman’s intense.”

Violet narrows her gaze so slightly it’s barely noticeable, but I notice it. “I’m intense, too.”

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