Page 132 of Never Fall for an Angel

“If we do this . . .” I turn back to face him. “There’s no going back. I need to know you’re on the same page.”

For once, my brother looks serious.

“You made her a Cross,” he shrugs. “We don’t give up on each other.”

I nod once, turning back to face him.

“We leave tomorrow. First thing.”

“Guess we’ve got a change of plans, then.”

“The plans changed,” I murmur darkly. “The outcome will still be the same.”

He scrubs a hand over his face, leaning back against the wall opposite me.

“So, where do we start?”

“LA.”

“And when we do find him?”

I shrug. “Then, we kill him. Before he gets his hands on her again.”

“Easier said than done,” Levi grunts. “I’ve been trying for years.”

“As have I. I thought he was dead when the trail went cold while I was in LA those last two years. Then . . . Mila happened.”

“You think it was a threat?”

“I think it was an appetizer,” I murmur darkly, visions ofthatnight dancing in my head. The hospital. The bandages.

My little devil’s scars that she feels the need to hide from the world.

Fuck, I have to do this.

“Not a word to Mila.”

“She know . . . about the two of you?”

I grit my teeth. I knew my decision back then would bite me in the ass, but I also knew the ramifications of what would happen if Ididn’tmake her mine.

“Not yet.”

“You planning on telling her?”

“Soon. When she’s ready.”

A silence falls over the room. You could hear a fly drop dead in the back of the room. Both Levi and I lost in our own thoughts about how this will all come to a head.

I’ve got so much shit to get in order before I leave tomorrow, if I want Mila to be safe. Starting with speaking to Paulina. It’s not the best plan, but it’s all I’ve got, and if we’re going to put an end to this, it needs to happen immediately.

“You can crash on the couch if you need. Storm’s coming.”

“No thanks. A little water never hurt anyone. I’ve got a room at the North Star Comfort Inn and Suites back on the mainland and a date with Debbie the waitress and a stack of pancakes tomorrow morning at eight a.m. sharp. I can’t miss it.”

Jesus Christ. Some shit never changes.

“Then, I’ll walk you to your car.”

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