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The beast inside him bowed its head, tamed by this woman long ago. “I have a deal for you,” he whispered, dragging her closer for a kiss. “Love me forever, and I’ll give you as many girls as you want.”
“An army of Fairweather women?” Her brows shot sky high. “Woe be unto the world.”
“So, do we have a deal?”
“Deal.”
Chapter 32
“She’s not going to hurt me. She’s not going to hurt us,” Evie raged in Samuel’s arms while he blocked her from seeing the gore. “I fought back. I fought back, and she can’t have us.”
On the ground, Holden’s blood stained the sidewalk. “The bitch sliced me pretty good,” he groaned as Liam applied pressure to the stab wound on his shoulder. “You should have blown her fucking brains out.”
The ultrasound tech’s white tennis shoes poked out of the bushes where her body had landed, a single red streak staining them. Approaching slowly, Jamison kicked away the scalpel Pam had used to slit her own throat.
“She’s dead.”
Gun still drawn, Liam continued to keep pressure on Holden’s shoulder. “Do not go near her, Jamison.”
Ignoring him, she crouched down to get a better look at Pam’s ankle. “She’s marked. Zanmi.”
Sirens in the distance grew louder, and Samuel pressed Evie’s trembling frame against his chest as if he could absorb her fear into him.
“Jamison, switch with me.” Liam had ripped his shirt off and was using it to add pressure to the deep gash on Holden’s lower neck left by Pam’s scalpel. “I need to check her before the cops arrive.”
Hurrying over, she listened as he quickly instructed her on what to do. “Judging by the blood loss, an artery has likely been nicked. You only need to apply a medium amount of pressure. We don’t want it tearing further.”
“Yeah, please don’t do that,” Holden tried to joke. “I’m already lightheaded enough.”
When he thought she had it down, Liam rose to stand. “Evie?”
Squirming in her husband’s death grip, Evie turned slightly to see him. “I’m okay, Cohen. I fought back.”
“You did good.” Liam met Samuel’s gaze over Evie’s head. “She did good.”
Taking a deep inhale through the nose, Samuel cradled the back of his wife’s head. He was losing it. Shaking as hard as Evie, Jamison had never seen her brother so scared.
“This is the end of it, Liam.” Samuel enveloped Evie in his arms again. “No more.”
Focusing on applying the right amount of pressure to Holden, Jamison told herself they wouldn’t risk doing something stupid. Right now, Samuel was talking out of fear, the rush of adrenaline pushing him too far.
Liam didn’t respond and went over to examine Pam. He showed no respect to the body, rifling through pockets and lifting Pam’s head by her curly hair to check the wound along her throat.
Seconds after he finished, police cars and ambulances skidded to a halt in the parking lot. No one moved or spoke except Liam, who returned to where they waited and laid his weapon on the ground next to Holden’s gun.
The earthquake inside took over, and Jamison couldn’t stop trembling. Her being in danger was one thing, but when it was Evie…the shock of running outside to see her sister held at knifepoint was something she would never get over. Not in a lifetime. Nor would she ever get over the sight of Liam with his gun aimed at the back of Pam’s head, or Evie elbowing the woman in the stomach while Holden wrestled her free.
It was only when Pam realized she had lost that she attacked. First, stabbing Holden and barely missing Evie before swiping the blade across her own throat. The bitch had gone down with a smile on her face, a look of pure joy as her story ended.
Medical personnel rushed to Holden, relieving her of pressure duty so they could take him to the waiting ambulance. Liam spoke with the Port Michaelson police as the crowd grew. Ignoring everyone, Samuel ushered Evie to their car, ordering Jamison to follow. An officer tried to stop them, but senior officials gathering recognized who they were and let them go.
Occasionally, being a Fairweather had its benefits.
On the drive to Haven, Samuel’s phone pinged every so often with a message, but he ignored it, holding Evie’s hand. The cold rage radiating from him brought Jamison back to the graveyard and the moment her brother’s humanity snapped. He had never fully healed. None of them had, but with Samuel, it was unfinished business. Toby was his unfinished business. Their cousin being alive and able to haunt them like so many of the other ghosts in their lives was solely his burden to bear.
At least in his mind.
“Samuel?” Squished between the girl’s car seats in the back of the SUV, Jamison rubbed her sister’s shoulder. “Samuel, she’s okay.”
