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“Listen, asshole, I’m the one who’s supposed to take on some freak doctor and hope like hell this weird-ass thing actually works!” I lash out, fear sinking in its deep talons, gripping my throat. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you said We believe and not We know. I’m being used like a guinea pig all over again.”
My outburst doesn’t appear to have any effect. He simply stares at me for a long beat before straightening and turning his back to me.
“Wait!” At my request, he pauses but doesn’t turn his head. I swallow hard past the lump of terror that’s growing by the second. “Thank you for this. For trying to help me.”
“That’s all we can do. The rest is up to you.” Stepping past the threshold, he draws to a stop once he’s a few feet away. “Too many have died already.
“There are a lot of people relying on you to end this.” He turns his head, cutting me with those blue eyes. “Including a certain man whose sister you murdered.”
He disappears from sight as I remain riveted in place in the silent closet. A cold sweat erupts on every inch of my skin. I wrap my arms around myself as I shake my head in denial. “No. Nonononono…”
Even as his words recite on a loop in my mind, I know they’re true. It’s the instinctive sense of pride and accomplishment that automatically blooms to life that confirms it. It’s what I was programmed to feel after killing.
I’m the Mac who Daniel’s been looking for.
I’m his sister’s murderer.
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My head hurts, but for once, I welcome it.
I’ve secured the necklace, and I hope like hell it’ll work.
The question is, how does one even prepare for killing people? Will it come back to me? Will it be like riding a fucking bicycle?
I rush down my stairs and am immediately faced with the consequences of not locking the gate earlier. Nausea has my stomach lurching, and bile claws its way up the back of my throat at the Chevelle pulling to a stop in front of me.
How in the hell am I supposed to tell him the truth? He’ll fucking hate me. But it’s the right thing to do.
He deserves to know that I killed his sister.
Daniel emerges from the car, and a battle incites within me. I’m torn between giving in to the urge to memorize every detail of his face and closing my eyes against the sight of him. It’ll only add to the torture of knowing what I’ve done and how badly I’ve hurt him.
He cocks his head to the side, as if sensing my internal turmoil, and slows to a stop in front of me. “You goin’ somewhere?”
“Yeah.” That’s all I can manage.
His gaze narrows on me. “How ’bout I come with you?”
“No.”
Deep grooves bracket his mouth—a mouth I’ll never again kiss—and a muscle flickers in his jaw. I curl my fingers inward, my short nails biting into my palm, while an enormous lump forms in my throat. “You’re actin’ shifty. What’s goin’ on?”
I attempt to brush past him. “I’ve got somewhere to be.” He snags my arm, stopping me. His mere touch has my limbs feeling like lead weights, filled with regret and guilt. My voice emerges tired and defeated. “Please, Daniel. Just let me go.”
“I’m goin’ with you.”
I whirl around on him. “You can’t.” My lungs burn while my heart races. “You have to stay here where you’ll be safe!”
Brows lowering, his probing eyes rake over my features. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”
“I’m going to end this.” I toss my hands up, my words emerging in short, choppy breaths. “This whole fucking nightmare.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He grasps my shoulders and gives me a little shake. “You’re scarin’ the shit outta me. Talk to me, Mac.”
My body slumps within his hold, my chin meeting my chest as I avoid his gaze. “I’ve done horrible things,” I whisper. “It doesn’t even matter that I can’t remember all of them. That I wasn’t in control. I still did it.” My voice catches as a sob breaks free, but I mash my lips together to stifle it.
