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It was the first time he’d given in to me.

What should have felt like a victory was hollowed out by reality. Nothing about Deacon had been true.

“Ask me whatever you want,” he said, resting my upturned arm on his pointed knee.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

He stopped what he was doing with the antibiotic and looked into my eyes. “Ask me.”

I bit down on my bottom lip. After everything I’d learned about him today, would hearing him confirm it make things better or worse?

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“What did you do to Rhia?” Angel asked after a long pause.

I squeezed the ointment out and focused on her hand. “I killed her.”

She hissed and pulled her hand away.

I glanced up, concerned. “Did that hurt?”

“How could you just say that?”

“Say what?”

“That you k—” she choked on the word. “That you did that to someone?”

“She hurt you, kidnapped you.”

“That didn’t mean she deserved to…” Angel clamped her lips shut and then whispered, “Is she really dead?”

I nodded.

“Did you stab her?”

“I used my gun.”

Her nostrils flared. I couldn’t tell if she was frightened or angry. Maybe both?

“What’s the number?” Her bottom lip trembled. “How many have you… done?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t count.”

“But it’s a lot?”

I paused. Each unveiled truth would drive Angel away from me. I wasn’t ready to risk that. Didn’t want to risk that. She was so important to me that, when she was in Rhia’s clutches, I thought my heart would explode and bleed all over my ribs.

When I’d found her in the warehouse, it had taken everything in me not to tear Peter limb from limb. I’d settled for a clean and quick death instead. That mercy was undeserved, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let Angel see that side of me. Not when she’d seemed so skittish already.

“Is it?” She pressed.

I jerked my chin down.

She ran trembling fingers through her hair. “I can’t believe this. So that business trip… were you actually going to…?”

“Yes. It was a job.”

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