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“Talk to me, Boo.”
“You’ll think I’m stupid.”
“The fuck I will.”
I sigh. “Revenge has been our life for so long that it was almost like a third person in our relationship. And now it’s over, and I feel…”
“Lost,” he finishes for me.
I offer him a weak smile. “What if I can’t remember how to be happy?”
“We’ll be happy. I guaran-fucking-tee it. Me and you, baby, we’re the endgame. Just because we know fairytales don’t exist doesn’t mean we can’t find our own happily ever after.” He slides his hand up my thigh.
“Heroes get happily ever afters,” I argue.
“And who says we aren’t the heroes?”
I smile because in a way he’s right. We saved ourselves and others from the true monsters.
“But then again, villains... they live forever.” He winks playfully, making me chuckle.
“You know, even back then, I never really wished for a hero to run around and put out the fires surrounding me. All I needed was you. Someone to stand beside me and watch everything burn around us.”
He takes my mug and slides it onto the coffee table before he stands up and tugs me to my feet. He cups my face and leans closer. “I knew putting out fires was pointless because you, my love, are the match.”
“I guess that makes you the gasoline,” I tease.
“What can I say? We’re a match made in hell.”
He covers his mouth with mine and kisses me.
I hold onto him for dear life, losing myself in moment before the doorbell rings, forcing us to pull apart.
“You ready?”
I nod. “Let’s do this. The last act before the curtain falls.”
He kisses my forehead. “Time for the performance of a lifetime.” I nod and curl back up in the corner of the sofa as he heads toward the door.
He ushers the feds in, ignoring the sideways looks they’re throwing at him.
I look up when they enter and give an unsure smile. “Hi.”
“Agent Jones, Agent Davis. Good to see you again.” I offer them both my hand.
“I wish it were under different circumstances,” Jones adds as he shakes my hand.
“Me too. Please take a seat.” I smile as Valen walks around the back of the sofa I’m sitting on. He stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders.
“I know you’ve been over this already, but would you mind walking us through everything once more? We have information that might help fill in some of the gaps.”
I blow out a breath and nod. I wait as Agent Davis pulls out a tablet and a stylus to start taking notes. “Where do you want me to start?”
“How about with the night you were found in Highgrove Park? Do you remember all the events leading up to how and why you were there that night?”
“You know that I’d… helped the local police department, and how?” I bite my lip, waiting for their scorn. I’m about as psychic as Valen’s left toe, but it’s the act I’d perfected over the years soI could be involved in these cases. But the main reason, though, was Sono-d. The reports Valen had been getting showed that memories that held extreme emotions were often the first ones that came back. They were also usually the clearest. When I purposely took Sono-d, I knew my memory would be gone. The risk came with my memories of the murders coming back and me spilling details I shouldn’t have had knowledge of.
“I had a vision of Abigail Martin’s death.”
