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Her shoulders shake as she cries. My rage simmers below the surface. Even though all this is bullshit, she’s drawing on a very real experience. Nobody would listen to her back then, but they’ll damn well listen to her now, even if I have to buy out every news outlet in the country to make it possible.
She looks away from us and stares out the window, her voice monotone. “He started to come, and it made him mad again. He forced himself to finish in my mouth, but it was mostly too late. Once he was done, he put the gun down, and that’s when I bit him. He was so mad he started choking me.”
My acting skills aren’t as good as Rue’s, so I bury my face in her hair as I rub my hand up and down her back.
“I knew he was going to kill me this time. He said something about it, starting with my sister and ending with me. I don’t understand what my sister has to do with anything. She’s been dead for years. I just…” She blows out a stuttered breath. “I couldn’t breathe. I tried to pry his hands from my neck, but he was too strong. I could feel myself slipping away. My body started to go limp, and my arms dropped, and my hand hit the gun. I could hear sirens in the distance. He reared up and looked toward the window. I knew it was my only chance, so I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
“I didn’t mean to shoot him in the neck. I just wanted him off me.” She breaks down into tears.
I look up at the cops, who look at her with sympathy.
“I think that’s enough for now, Miss Anderson. Get some rest,” Dean says softly.
Rue doesn’t respond, but I give them both a nod. “I’ll be taking her home with me. If you need to contact?—”
Rue gasps, and I look down at her.
“I forgot. Nathan kept complaining about you. About how he’s been trying to make you look like the bad guy, but you kept getting away.”
“Please tell me I’m not the reason he targeted you.” I’m not sure how convincing I sound, but when the cops say nothing, I figure I pulled it off.
“No. You were just a convenient scapegoat. He said something about you being easy to frame. Something about your reputation, school, his brother. I don’t know; it was just all so much.” She fake yawns and burrows into me.
“The feds will probably contact you with follow-up questions,” Wild tells us before heading out with Dean and closing the door.
I bow my head and keep my face hidden in her hair as I talk to her. I don’t trust those fuckers not to have left a camera or a bug. “Keep playing along until we get home.”
She nods.
“You were fucking spectacular. You had them eating out of the palm of your hand.”
She looks up at me, keeping her voice low. “If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s how to act. It’s how I’ve pulled off being my sister and a psychic for so long.”
I grunt in agreement, sliding my hand into her hair, which is matted with blood. “I’m hard as a fucking rock right now.”
Her lips twitch. “Which one of us is the psycho here?”
“I don’t think either of us can claim to be sane.” I lean my forehead against hers. “You need a shower.”
“I know. I had to wait for them to do the rape kit. Gotta log the evidence.”
I feel my anger pulse, even though I know she wasn’t raped. Not this time, anyway. I take in the hospital gown she’s in and the dried blood all over her skin, though I can see someone has tried to wipe it away. Unfortunately, all they’ve done is smear it everywhere.
“Want me to help you take one?”
“Yes, please.”
I slide the blankets back and scoop her up into my arms, carrying her into the attached bathroom. I set her down next to the counter and turn the shower on. If there are bugs planted, they can’t hear anything now. I stalk toward her and kiss her hard.
“I need to fuck you while you’re wearing his blood. I need to come inside you and reclaim what’s mine,” I snarl as I spin her around and bend her over the counter.
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. I don’t take time prepping her, knowing she’s always ready for me. I line myself up and thrust inside her, covering her mouth with my hand so nobody can hear her scream. She bites my hand hard and I pull it away from her mouth.
“He was never inside me—only you, Valen,” she says, holding my gaze in the mirror. “I might have had all my firsts stolen from me, but I kept all my lasts for you. Do what you want. My body is yours.”
With a growl, I pull the strings of her gown open so I can see the tattoo that runs down her spine. I trace over each musical note with the tip of my tongue until I can’t reach any lower without pulling free. There’s no way that’s happening.
She moans my name, and I look up to see her forehead resting on the counter. “Show me those eyes, baby,” I tell her, watching in the mirror as she lifts her head and stares at our reflection.
