Page 204 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Because he was crying for help, and he was all alone.”

I grit my teeth, a sickening feeling in my gut.

“Stay away from him, Mila.”

“Why?” she asks, rounding the corner of the island. “Levi made it seem like he murders kittens for fun.”

“Levi knew you went in his room?”

She blushes, clearly realizing she wasn’t supposed to say that.

“Well, he heard your father laughing at me and came to help. He’d grabbed ahold of my wrist and wouldn’t let go.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I scrub a hand over my face, downing a good portion of the whiskey in my glass.

“What did he do, Christian?” she asks softly, using that fucking look that gets her whatever she wants.

I hate that fucking look.

“Stay away from him, Mila. I promise you, he’s well taken care of. He has two nurses that come stay with him round the clock. He doesn’t need your help.”

“Well, he must need some better nurses,” she grumbles. “He was alone.”

“And that’s how it will stay.”

She goes to walk away, but I catch her hand, tugging her back.

“Promise me you won’t go in there.”

Her gaze softens when she looks up at me.

“I promise, though, I wasn’t planning on it anyway. The whole experience was creepy. Not to be rude about your father’s situation.”

“Why?”

Her eyes dart away before coming back to mine.

“He just said something weird.”

“Like?”

She lets out a deep breath, a tremor moving through her.

“Well . . . he laughed. One of those loud, cackling laughs, like some kind of creature of hell,” she says. “Then . . . he told me you were going to kill me?”

Interesting . . .

“What else did he say?”

She shrugs. “Just that his son was going to kill me.”

“And do you believe him?”

She rolls her eyes with a chuckle. “I think if you were going to kill me, you would have done it by now.”

Reaching up, I take her chin in my hand, tilting her face up to force her to look at me.

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