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“No.” She steps away from the coffin. “Do not Trix me.”

He drags a hand over his face.

“I didn’t know Sweet was coming here.”

My laugh comes out before I can stop it.

Both of them look at me.

“That is really the defense you're going with?”

“That ain’t what I meant.”

“No, I know what you meant.” I swallow hard enough that my throat hurts. “You mean you weren't trying to get caught.”

Bitter flinches.

Good.

Let him.

Trixie looks between us. “You used me.”

His head turns sharply. “No.”

“Bullshit.” Her voice goes hard. “You came in here looking like somebody ripped your guts out. You told me you wanted uncomplicated. Fine. I knew what I was agreeing to.”

She points at me.

“I did not agree to help you cheat on her.”

His face tightens.

“I didn’t tell you to.”

“You didn't have to. You knew you promised her something, and you came to me anyway.”

“I told you I didn't want you.”

“That actually makes this worse, jackass.”

I close my eyes for one second.

Because it does.

If he wanted Trixie, there would at least be a reason that had something to do with her.

But he didn't.

He said so.

Which means he did this because of me. Because of whatever feeling me made him feel that scared him badly enough to burn down the whole fucking house instead of walking through the front door.

Trixie laughs without humor.

“You didn't want sex. You wanted a weapon.”

Bitter goes completely still.