Page 136 of Say My Name

He ignores me.

“Dev, you can’t tell anyone,” I whisper as he stops at the bottom of the stairs.

“Please, leave,” he says.

A tear escapes as I think about what to do. This isn’t the time to spring a “Hey, I’m also carrying your baby in my belly,” on him, so I’ll hold on to that information a bit longer.

But I can’t leave.

I need Devereaux to see how I feel about him, to know I’d do anything for him.

But how?

He turns, his eyes blazing into mine. “You know who the killer is, don’t you?”

I nod slightly. “I might.”

“You have to tell me who it is.”

I close the short distance between us. “I can’t tell you anything.”

“You owe me that much at least.”

I reach for his hand but he slides it in his pocket, evading my touch. “I can’t tell you. This is my job, Devereaux.”

He laughs one quick burst of laughter. “This is my life.”

My chest squeezes tight. “I’m sorry, Devereaux. You have to believe me. I never meant to hurt you.”

His face is impassive, but his eyes hold his pain. “Who’s killing them?” he asks, softly.

I shake my head. “Please don’t ask me that.” I can’t tell him. I don’t know what he’s capable of doing. I’m still not even a hundred percent sure if Brandon is the one killing these girls. I can’t have Devereaux racing off with the Thorne twins to do some vigilante shit that could end up getting him killed in the process.

“I am asking you.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me what you know.”

I want to tell him just to keep talking to him. I’m sure he’s already forgotten everything we’ve meant to each other over the past few weeks, but I haven’t.

I love him.

It’s obvious he doesn’t love me, and that thought makes me want to cry, but I won’t.

Not now.

“If I tell you what we have, you can’t rush off and go Tarzan all over him. Promise me you won’t get involved.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t promise that.”

“Then I’m not telling you.”

He’s so close to me, but so distant. I desperately want him to wrap his arms around me and tell me when this is all over he’ll still be right here in front of me.

But I know he won’t.

This has all been a fairytale, only without the happy ending.

“Let’s sit down and talk,” I say.

We make our way to the living room, and I take a seat on the leather couch. He chooses the loveseat across from me. It hurts knowing he doesn’t want to sit next to me, but I can’t blame him.

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