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“You don’t have to worry about her. My brother took care of her ex.”

“Like you did with Anthony?”

Unlike Dare, I didn’t string up Anthony and torture him slowly before killing him. But I couldn’t tell Mya that. A statement like that would send her running.

“Exactly.”

“Then he’s got a good heart like his brother.”

With a smile, I replied, “Dare would argue that I’m the one with the good heart, not him.”

When surprise flashed in her eyes at my statement, I furrowed my brows at her. “Did that admission shock you?”

“Uh, no, um, not at all.” With a sheepish look, she said, “I guess I was a little surprised about your brother’s name.”

I laughed. “It’s his nickname. His real name is Darragh.”

“Oh that makes sense.”

A knock came at the door then. “Sir?”

“Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal a waitress holding a tray with what I had requested. “Thank you,” I said, taking it.

“You’re welcome,” she replied before hurrying back out.

After walking over to the table in front of the couch, I set the tray down. When I reached out to pour Mya some tea, I froze at the sight of my blood-spattered hands.

“I really need to get cleaned up.”

“Okay.”

“Will you be okay out here?”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine.”

With a nod, I started to turn to go to the bathroom, but I stopped. At Mya’s expectant look, I allowed my insecurities to gain hold. “You won’t leave, will you?”

When she didn’t say anything, I argued, “I mean, you have every right to get the hell away from me. I just beat up your ex and unburdened dark shit on you. I’d totally run away if I were you.”

“No you wouldn’t,” she replied softly.

Cocking my brows, I asked, “I wouldn’t?”

She shook her head. “Only a coward would run away, and you’re a lot of things, Kellan, but you’re not a coward.”

I knelt down beside her. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mya. Because I’m scared out of my mind right now.”

“You are?”

“I’m a complication you don’t need.”

“That’s not how I see you.”

“That’s because you don’t know me or my world.” I winced at that admission. “I mean, my life is complicated.”

“So is mine as you’re well aware of.”