“Kameron…” It’s the only thing I can think to say. The last time I saw her, she was underneath me, dying. Her father—Francis—was crawling to her.
And I was hurting her.
My mind is spinning as I stare at someone that should be long dead. Then her words hit me. “L-Lazarus?” I ask her, incredulous, shaking my head. “How—”
“Roman is dead, by the way,” she over talks me. “But he was really useful, leading me to you.”
My mouth drops open.
“And you never did want to pry too much, how I knew what went down with the 6.” Her lips curl at that last word as my stomach twists into knots. “Did you think I was just a really, really good hacker?” She laughs, and it cuts like a knife.
This can’t be real.
This can’t be fucking real.
I clench my hands into fists, glancing at the gun on the floor, but it’s closer to her than me, and she’s still holding one, aimed right at me.
“You know they don’t have cameras. The only thing that was ever in that church was a phone line.” Her smile is wicked, her teeth slightly crooked as she stares at me. “But Ezra…” She sighs, shrugging. “He’s a really, really good source of information. Damaged enough to trust me, just like I was to trust you.”
She cocks her head, her blue eyes flashing. “But you’re damaged too. A boy of ruin, you’re going to your grave. And when I’m done with you,” she leans in close, standing on her tip toes, her lips at the shell of my ear, “there won’t be much left of you to bury.”
