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Chapter 45

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Chapter 47

Epilogue

Tempt Me

Dark Odyssey Book 4

USA Today Bestselling Author

Khardine Gray

writing as

Faith Summers

Prologue

Vincent

I still remember. I can’t forget…

There was so much blood everywhere.

All over her.

Running from her head, right down to her body. Redness and blue. Those were the colors I remember. The red blood, and the blueness of her lips.

Then cold… her body was so cold and limp. Lifeless. Like a doll.

My baby girl may have lain there dead like that for a good hour before I made it home. She lay there in the kitchen with our son crying behind her, enclosed in the safety of the safe room I made for them.

She never made it inside with our boy.

Today marks two years and ten days since it happened, and I still have the image of her playing in my mind. Her sitting there against the wall, slumped against it, the baby crying and the tension of death thick in the room.

I still try to guess what could have happened. Why she never made it in, why she never escaped with the baby. Every time I think of it, I come to the same conclusion: I should have been there.

It was my fault, and as I sit here trying to forget and move on like I’m supposed to, and like I should have, I can’t.

I wasn’t there when my family needed me the most. I was too busy saving everyone else and falling into the enemy's trap.

No matter how many I kill to get vengeance, it won’t be enough. Even cutting off the head of her killer wasn’t enough.

I can’t avenge her death. And every time I remember what happened, I feel like I failed her and our son.

I brought her into the darkness of my world. The bad boy and the good girl. I did that knowing one day, I’d have to step up and take charge of the family business. I was already in too deep when I married her. Underboss following Frankie’s death. I should have left her alone.

Warm fingers flutter over my chest, and I’m brought back to reality. I didn’t realize I was staring out into the nothing of the night, not quite seeing anything.

I blink and return my focus to Aurora. She smiles and runs her fingers over my jaw.

“You’re miles away,” she states, moving a lock of her long brown hair over her shoulder.

It’s the hair. That’s why I’m with her.

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