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“Nothing to worry about. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
All eyes were glued to them as they stood outside the car.
“What are they talking about?” Connor asked, peeking around me.
“No clue,” Wren shook her head. “I would open my window, but that would be obvious.”
I had a feeling they were discussing what to do with me. Because I had just admitted to killing a Clan Captain.
Rory
“Well, it’s safe to say she isn’t here for revenge. Should we tell her?” I asked, while Declan stared up at the night sky.
“Hear me out first,” he said, shoving his hand through his hair. “Did we kill a dead man?”
“Fuck Declan, I don’t know. We were so drunk, hell we could have gone to the wrong house and wouldn’t have known the difference.”
He shook his head. “No, it was the right house… I think.”
“Hang on.” I opened the back door and looked at Kat. “Your grandfather’s house. Was it a white colonial with pillars in the front?”
She looked at me, fear in her eyes as she nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“No reason,” I sent her a wink before closing the door then looked at Declan. “Right house.”
“Okay, so when did she kill him?”
I shrugged. “Hang on.” I opened the door again and said, “What time did you kill him?”
She shook her head in confusion. “What is this about Rory?”
“Just humor me.”
“At first, I went to bed, but I couldn’t stop seeing those faces every time I closed my eyes.” I took a shaky breath. “I got up, groggy with sleep, and went into his library. He was sleeping in his chair, so I grabbed the fire poker and beat the hell out of him.”
I leaned an arm on the doorframe. “Was there a light on, or can you remember?”
“No, it was just the light from the fireplace. Why?”
“No reason,” I smiled and closed the door then turned back to Declan.
“She was the one that ‘killed’ an already dead man.”
Declan pulled his cellphone out of his pocket as it started to ring. He looked at the call display. “It’s the hospital. Let me answer this, you tell her she didn’t kill her grandfather that we did while I takethis call.”
I sighed. As much as she hated her grandfather, I hated the idea of telling her that we killed him even more.
I opened the door again, feeling like I was on some twisted game show, constantly going back and forth with information. Kat’s eyes were wide, her face pale in the dim light of the car.
“So, here’s the thing,” I started, trying to keep my voice light. “Remember how you said you killed your grandfather?”
She nodded slowly, her fingers twisting in her lap.
“Well, funny story...” I trailed off, searching for the right words. “You didn’t exactly... kill him.”
“What?” Kat’s voice was barely above a whisper.
I cleared my throat. “Declan and me, we were sent to Salt Lake City because there was a hit on him. It was our first job together... We were inexperienced and drunk. Well, we might have gotten there first.”
