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“How many times are we going to do this, Kieran?”
“Has he had you spying on everyone? Or just me?”
A manic laugh tumbled from her lips.
That laugh set me on edge. It was like her version of my monster. And I hated it.
Hated that she had to live with it.
Hated that I couldn’t take it away.
But it didn’t change what she’d done.
“Have you been fucking all of us?” I asked as I closed the distance between us, then dipped my head to look in her eyes. “Or just me?”
Her teeth gnashed. “I’ve only been with you.”
“‘I’ve searched every inch of that room. I’ve done everything to make him trust me. I’ve done everything to make him fall in love with me,’” I said, my voice low and lethal, and watched as the blood drained from her face. “‘I’ve lost clients and a week’s worth of income to search and pry information from your assassin. And it was all for nothing.’”
“How did . . .?” Her chest heaved, and she reached for me. “How did you hear that?”
I pushed her off me and yelled, “There should’ve been nothing for me to hear.”
I staggered back when one of my last memories with Lily rushed to me.
“Tell me what she said isn’t fucking true, Lily.”
Lily looked over her shoulder at where our friend, Teagan, stood.
“What did you do?” she asked her breathlessly.
Teagan clenched her jaw and kept her voice firm. “He needed to know.”
Lily flung her arm in my direction. “He would’ve found out anyway, Teagan, but he shouldn’t have found out from you!”
I gripped at my hair and took deep breaths, trying to force the monster away as I calmed myself.
“There should’ve been nothing for me to find out.”
“Kieran, I—”
“There should’ve been nothing for me to find out!”
“Kieran, please,” Jessica breathed. “You don’t understand.”
I rolled my neck and forced the similarities aside. Reaching into my back pocket, I let out a sad huff. “I do.”
“Kieran . . .”
Pulling out the wad of cash, I shoved it against her stomach and waited for her to take it.
“What is this?”
“Figured you’d know how this works since you’re so proud of being what you are,” I jeered. “You perform services. The customer pays. That should cover everything. The week of income you missed and clients lost. The times we fucked. All of it.”
She shakily held her hand out to look at the money and lifted her head. Her voice was tight with emotion when she said, “I don’t want your money.”
“And I don’t want you.”
