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“Aye. One dies, another takes their place.”

“What if one leaves?”

“They dinnae.”

“Because they can’t? Like you?”

“They arenae cursed. They can leave. They just…” He spread his hands. “Dinnae.”

Loyalty. A concept Kris admired, even if it was loyalty to an eternally cursed monster.

“None of them have any idea who might hate Nessie enough to end her?”

“It could be anyone, Kris. If we believe that our killer is the same killer that’s been using legends as a signature, then this isnae personal.”

“Random killer,” Kris mutte

red. “They’re always so easy to find.”

“I’ll find him. Ye need t’ stay out of it. Go home, Kris. Where ye’ll be safe.”

The idea of flying off to Chicago, leaving behind a serial killer and her broken heart, should have had Kris throwing everything into a bag and catching the first flight out of Inverness; instead it made her struggle to breathe. She didn’t want to go; she couldn’t.

“I’m not leaving my brother to face this alone,” she said.

“Yer brother doesnae need yer help. In fact, havin’ ye here can only hurt him.”

“Why?”

“Did ye notice he’s stoppin’ by daily? If not to protect ye from the big bad man who’s bedding his baby sister, then t’ make sure ye dinnae end up in the loch. If ye werenae here, he could concentrate on his job.”

If she weren’t here there’d be no one to swear that Liam wasn’t a monster. Well, he was a monster. Just not the monster they were searching for.

And why did that matter? By his own admission he was a killer. If he got caught in the cross fire while the others were hunting a serial killer, would that be the worst thing?

Yes, if after killing Liam they then stopped looking for the real culprit.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

“I didnae think so.”

Kris should probably tell her brother and/or Edward everything. At least then there would be no “accidents” with the silver bullets, although from what Liam said, bullets would be as worthless as feathers.

Kris tilted her head. If she told them that Liam was unkillable, what would they do? Proceed to find a way to kill him, since an immortal self-professed “monster” would not be something either one of them was prepared to leave alone?

Perhaps they’d take him from the loch and put him in a great big glass “Nessie bowl” where they could study what made him tick for …

“Eternity,” she whispered. Maybe she’d keep what she knew to herself. For now.

“I know ye can’t forgive,” Liam said, “and I dinnae blame ye. I didnae mean to lie, but it’s—”

“Habit.”

“Would ye have believed me if I told ye what I was when first ye arrived?”

He had a point. She’d have written him off as a lunatic. Still—

“After you saved me in the loch, after I said I’d seen Nessie, that I wanted to prove she existed and I wanted…” She paused remembering that she’d asked him to help her. Talk about inviting the fox into the henhouse. “You could have told me,” she finished.

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