“She will once she realizes it’ll bring her the freedom she craves,” I say.
“You’ve fallen in love with her,” he says, tilting his head. “You think you’re the only one she’s wrapped around her finger?”
Orion frowns. “You’re saying you love her?”
“I’m saying she managed to crawl under our skin. For better or worse.”
Holy shit. She really has made him fall.
How could a cop like him ever be good enough for a killer woman like her?
He ruined her, destroyed every good thing we had.
“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to her,” I grit.
“Then why did she leave all those lipstick stains on the bodies, hmm?” he says, going up against me.
I meet his gaze with an equally deadly one. “Because she wants people to know her revenge is executed.”
“Because shewantedme to find her.”
Orion and I glance at each other.
“No, that wouldn’t make any sense,” Orion mutters. “Why you?”
“His connections,” I mutter. “All of the evidence in his office. She needed it to find those guys.”
It’s all beginning to click.
The bodies she left lingering around. Her anger at me trying to help her dispose of them. The lipstick. Stalking a cop.
Fuck. He’s right.
“You realize it now, don’t you? She used you two like she used me,” he says. “We are nothing but toys to be discarded once she’s done.”
“No,” Orion says, shaking his head. “I refuse to believe that.”
“Truth is hard to accept when it’s right in front of you, isn’t it?” he says. “But she fooled us all.”
“You’re in love with her too,” I mutter.
This is insane.
A cop.
Fallen for the killer he was supposed to find.
He looks me up and down with disdain.
And he has the audacity to judge us?
I grimace. “You’re no better than us.”
“I’m trying to do the right thing,” he replies.
I grab him by the shirt and lift him up. “Listen to me, you asshole, if you love her as much as we do, you’d free her from jail. Now.”
“Can’t do that, and you know it.”
