Page 101 of Burning Your Lies

My chuckle spills past my lips. “You’re so fucking blind. I’m not protecting myself. I’m protecting the one who did murder them.” I tilt my head and wait for the realisation to catch up to her.

Her mouth covers the cry that slips out. “Brynn?”

I slowly clap my hands. “Congratulations, Savannah. You just burned the only card that was your protection.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had an agreement with Brynn. She protects you for as long as I protect her from Rowan. You just forced my hand and broke my end of the deal.”

She shakes her head. Her cries grow more desperate as the consequences of her decision come pouring down on her. “He won’t know that it was her.”

“Yes, he will. Because you gave him the location of their murder.”

She grips my shirt. “But you’re Huxley Ray. You’re the best. You specialise in making people disappear.”

“And what was the first rule of my game? You do not change more than you need to. I had no reason to wipe her entrance into Bosnia because I knew for certain that he would never know. But you handed it to him on a silver platter.”

“Then let’s hack into whatever we need and wipe her existence.”

I hold her face and wipe her tears. Then I step back. “Rowan already knows. He knew the second you called on his bet.”

I need to warn Brynn. It’s crucial that she sees this plan through.

Rowan must have figured out that Chase and Eliana are dead. He has probably made all the arrangements to exact his revenge. I know what the easiest option out of this is, but that won’t save Savannah.

And you need to tell her first.

That isn’t an option. Not without showing my entire hand. I rub my temples, trying to figure out an escape plan. I inhale deeply and proceed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” she calls out after me.

“To raise the bet once more.”

Brynn takes the seat next to me on the empty bench. Like me, she sits facing forward. “What do you need?”

I keep my voice controlled. “He knows.”

She peeks at me from the corner of her eyes. “Savannah?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“He’s probably already got eyes on us. He could take the both of us out right here.”

She crosses one leg over the other. “Yet, he hasn’t.”

“Did you love him?”

“Perhaps in my own way.”

I hum under my breath. “Sociopaths cannot feel.”

“But we know what belongs to us. And we are very possessive of what we believe is ours. If somebody threatens that, we are not afraid to let chaos loose.” The threat is apparent in her voice.

Brynn is alive for one reason only.

“You already made a deal.”

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