Page 60 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Because I said it did.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“And yet, it’s the only one you’re going to get.”

I almost roll my eyes, then think better of it.

“So, you came to work for Marcus. Were you and Logan working together or something?”

“Something like that.”

If I were a brave woman—which I’m not—I would kick him in the shin.

“How can you afford all this if you only worked for the FBI? Surely, they don’t pay enough.”

His jaw tightens, and he pushes his empty plate across the table. Something about his expression seems grim. “You aren’t the only one who comes for a wealthy family, Mila.”

“What does your family do?”

His shoulders tense. “They own a lodge.”

“So, a former FBI agent with a rich family, troubled past, and mysterious island in the middle of nowhere. You sound like Batman.”

I’m actually surprised by the slight hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Batman is a children’s concept.”

“Hardly. Have you seen half of those comics?”

“Has Batman ever killed another man?”

I freeze, the wine in my mouth slipping down my throat when I hold his stare.

I let out a deep breath. “I’m sure he has.”

“And if I told you I’d killed people?”

“Did they deserve it?”

He shrugs. “Suppose they did.”

I let out a breath through my teeth, reaching for my wine.

“Then, I’d say it makes you a good guy. You know, when you’re not kidnapping people.”

Christian’s gaze darkens. “I’m not a good guy, Mila.”

“Murder doesn’t make you bad, Christian. Not when it’s against those who have done far worse.”

“And what would you say is worse than murder, little devil? Isn’t it the ultimate sin?”

I swallow over the lump in my throat,thatnight of all things slipping through my mind.

“I don’t believe in sin,” I admit, studying the dark purple hue of the liquid in my glass so I don’t have to look at him and feel the full weight of his stare. “Sin implies you can be forgiven. Some people don’t deserve that.”

“And the man who attacked you . . .” My spine stiffens. “What would you say he deserves?”

“For me?” I ask honestly and he waits for my answer. “I would say death. For someone else? Say a little girl kidnapped from her mother? I’d say death is too kind for him.” Finally, I force myself to meet his gaze. “What would you do if he came across your path?”

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