“How did she die?” he asked.
Because he’d never want anyone he loved to know that, Chris lied even more.
“I didn’t autopsy her, but if you like, I can give you my opinion since I’ve seen many deceased individuals.”
He nodded.
“It looks as if he tried to ambush her at her cabin. They fought, and your sweet Native woman held her own. Even in the end, she was tough, badass, and was a hero. She might have even injured him.”
He looked up.
“Really?” he asked.
Chris nodded and wiped the tears from his cheek with a tissue from the table.
“She probably kicked his ass. From what I was told of the scene, she didn’t go down easily. Elizabeth said she fought and could have overtaken him had she not died.”
He needed to know.
“Then how did she die?”
Chris sighed.
“It looks like he shoved her or she fell backward and hit the back of her head on something. That would be what I believe took her life. Again, without an autopsy, I can’t know for sure, but I’ve seen enough bodies, Caspian, to know what that skull fracture feels like.”
Raphael was going to kiss the man. Oh, what Chris had managed to do was not only save Caspian’s heart, but to take the rage down quite a bit.
Rayna would have wanted to go out fighting, and Chris gave her that instead of her going out begging for mercy like she had.
He flipped the script and just saved Caspian’s soul.
Chris handed him his tea again, and the man sipped it, as he considered what else he wanted to know before he saw his girlfriend on video.
“So, he didn’t hurt her?” he asked. “You know. Assault her?”
Chris shook his head.
“No, he didn’t sexually assault her, Cas. Rayna was found on the floor, fully dressed, and just like when she fell and hit her head off the corner of the fireplace. Elizabeth must have gotten there right as it happened, because the back door was open, and he was gone.”
He closed his eyes.
Thank freaking God.
While Caspian still hurt that she’d died, at least he’d not gotten time with her. There was mercy there, and that healed the rage that was filling him before.
His woman would have overtaken him—without a doubt. Her death was from a fall, not from being tortured.
“Can I see her?” he asked, touching the tablet.
He nodded.
“MATE, pull up intake video RunningWolf, Rayna, on this tablet,” he said, giving the passcode that gave only him access.
Already, he’d made sure to inform MATE that she was toNEVERspeak of Rayna near Caspian again.
The actual information was deleted from her memory, and as far as they were all concerned, what he was saying was the truth.
The system chimed.
