Page 72 of Falcon's Prey

I snapped out of my thoughts when Ren put a drink in front of me.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked as I looked at the smoothie in front of me.

“It’s a green smo—”

“I know what a green smoothie is. Why are you giving me one?”

Ren grabbed the chair next to me and turned it around, then straddled it.

“You’re going through withdrawals cold turkey, your energy is shit, you knocked out right after you got fucked, and you look anorexic.Ifandwhenyou die is up to me, not because you were weak to give in to the temptation of fake relief…now drink.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. He thought himself a reaper; I wanted to show him you couldn’t even bargain with death. Apparently I should be grateful I was alive.

“Why didn’t you kill Gio?” I asked between sips.

“And risk getting caught? No, thanks. Besides, having Silas throw him on the street was more than enough.” Ren smirked at me.

“How do you know?” I felt my blood race all over my body, wondering how closely Ren had kept an eye on my “family.”

“Got contacts.” He shrugged it off like it was normal.

Taking another drink of the smoothie, I asked a question that was in the back of my mind since I’d found out who he really was.

“Was it the hit?” I licked my lips, and Ren followed the movement. “Did you infiltrate with the intention of killing me?”

My head had a price, and he was a gun for hire. It made sense.

Ren cocked his head. “Had I been after that hit, you’d never have seen me coming, princess.”

I shivered from the toxic combination of fear and withdrawals.

“What were you after, then?” I asked, loathing myself for the answer that was in the back of my mind.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” He shook his head. “You don’t get to ask the questions.”

“Is there anything you can tell me? What am I doing? Are you going to kill me? What do you want from me?” I snapped.

Ren smacked his hand on the table, causing me to flinch.

“Focus your mind on something else other than the damn fucking drugs,” he growled. “You’re feeding, and you are letting it control you.”

He was right. I knew he was right, and I hated it.

“I’m weak, remember?” I bit back.

I waited for his comeback, but it didn’t come. Instead, I heard a door—more like a gate—opening, followed by the tapping of footsteps. Ren’s head swung toward the newcomer, but I refused to turn to look.

“You won’t believe what I found out today—”

A female voice was getting closer.

“I see your little bitch is up,” she purred with disdain.

I didn’t know her, and I already didn’t like her. I lifted my hand and flicked her off. She huffed, and it was small barely there, but I swore I saw Ren grin.

“What did you find out?” Ren asked her.

“I’m not sure I should say in front of your puta.”

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