Page 94 of Lovers Fate

“That’s good to know,” he quips. “Fewer people I have to get rid of.”

The night with Jack filters in my mind playing like a loop. Is it a coincidence that he hasn’t been back to the club? But that’simpossible because he wasn’t there. The masked man was there but that wasn’t Draco. He can’t be possibly implying that he…

“What?” I laugh. “You’re going to kill everyone touches me?”

His eyes flick to mine and I see that his hand resting on his thigh is curled into a fist. I glance in the rearview mirror and my gaze connects with the driver. He’s an older man. Maybe in his fifties. Does he know that he works for a killer? There is no way he wouldn’t.

Gazing out the window, I realize we are almost out of Stockbridge.

My head snaps to his. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere, just the two of us.”

That somewhere was to lunch at an Italian restaurant. The last time I ate at an actual restaurant was when Chris took me and my mom before he convinced her to move in with him in Stockbridge.

He must see the surprised look on my face when we are seated at a table hidden in the corner when he leads me into the conversation about my childhood, more about my teenaged years.

“Did you have any friends in high school?”

I shake my head. “Didn’t have time to make any.”

“Boyfriend?” he says softly like he’s afraid of the answer.

I shake my head again still mesmerized by how gorgeous he looks all dressed up. “No time for that either.” It’s not until I see the way his eyes are darken that I realize what I just said or when he asks, “So you were in at fifteen and released at eighteen?”

“Yeah, a couple of months ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

I pinch my brows. “For what? It’s not like it was your fault.”

“But sometimes you need to hear it from someone. I’m sorry that happened to you.” He leans forward placing his elbows on the table. “He deserved it. They all did.”

“They?”

“Yeah, like the guy the other night in the van.”

“That was so much fun,”the little in voice in my head whispers.

“But I didn’t…”

He raises his brows. “You did.”

I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.”

He angles his head and stares at me for a few seconds like he is trying to figure something out. “You don’t remember.”

“Remember what?”

He lowers his voice. “It wasn’t me, Athena. I didn’t do anything. I watched and cleaned up the mess. But the rest was… you know. You.”

It can’t be! I saw him. He killed him.

“You blacked out again.What you saw is what you wanted to see. Him saving you but in a way he did, just in a different way. He was there every step where it counted.”

How but…what if it was me that did it?

“It’s okay. It happens,” he says, like it’s normal. But nothing is. Nothing in my life has ever been normal.

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