Page 53 of Holy Sinner

“Grant?” I whisper.

The sound of my voice forces a reaction and he shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. Women aren’t my thing. Not if I can help it.”

I look to Rafe next and he is looking at me carefully. He raises an eyebrow at me. “You going to ask me next?”

“I just did,” I point out and cross my arms.

“So you did.”

I have to bite my bottom lip. I know what Rafe is doing. He doesn’t like being questioned, doesn’t like it if I even so much as doubt him and that’s what he is taking this as. “Rafe, please, just tell me you didn’t.”

For a moment he doesn’t say anything. Grant moves in the silence to look at Rafe and come to stand beside me. It’s unnerving looking into Rafe’s eyes right now. He’s like a snake, lethal, silent and detached, waiting for his moment to strike.

“Answer her,” Grant orders.

Rafe sneers at him. “I didn’t fucking do it.” His dark eyes move to me and they soften. “You know I didn’t. Why are you asking me if I did?”

“Because if you didn’t do it then there’s…there’s only one real answer to it.”

“Yeah, we know,” Grant sighs and my heart squeezes in my chest.

“You do?” I ask and look up at him. How can he know what I don’t want to face? What I’m not ready to face on my own?

“Of course we do,” Grant replies and nods at Rafe. “We already discussed it. We’ll figure it out.”

“But how do you know already? How do you know what I did?”

If they know about this then there’s no hope of the past staying in the past. Even if it did, Grant and Rafe would drag it out eventually.

“What you did?” Rafe holds out a hand and raises a finger. “What do you mean what you did?”

“Well, I mean…I-I was the one that did it.”

Grant rounds on me and crowds into my space. “Yeah, kinda having a hard time keeping up with that one, sweetheart.”

“I was out there. I was covered in blood. Who else did it?”

“You didn’t do it, Kit,” Rafe snaps and Grant nods along in agreement.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense!” And it is. If I really looked at it, Holly’s accusation makes sense. There was so much blood, too much for it to be a coincidence. “Are you telling me that you believe that I just so happened to sleepwalk on the night a woman goes missing and you find me in a pool of her blood in the forest and you don’t think it’s me?”

“If you did it then how did you do it?” Grant asks and I deflate.

“You’re not a killer,” Rafe adds.

Those four words sink to the bottom of my stomach like stones. He’s wrong. They both are.

I am a killer.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

GRANT

“What’s the schedule look like for today?” Rafe asks me. He leans over my shoulder to look at the new filming schedule and I hand it to him.

“Not too bad. I don’t have to be on set. Do you?”

He sighs and flips through a few pages before he nods. “Yeah, I’m with Jasmine. Some fuck ass love scenes but that’s it. I’ll be done early enough.”

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