“You finally get it now?”
Trigger stood so fast his chair slammed backward.
“Somebody shut him up before I do.”
Wolf looked tempted.
Very tempted.
Flick’s fingers curled tighterinto my shirt.
“You never told me.”
I looked down at her quietly.
“There’s a lot I never told you.”
Pain flickered across her face at that.
Not an accusation.
Grief.
For all the years we lost.
Ava looked between us slowly.
“The senator blamed the Rangers for his son’s death.”
Trigger scoffed loudly.
“His son was trafficking women and children.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ava answered. “Men like him rewrite reality to survive themselves.”
True.
Too true.
Flick’s eyes searched mine carefully now.
And softly?—
almost afraid of the answer?—
she whispered:
“Did you kill him?”
Nobody spoke.
I held her gaze.
Didn’t lie.
Couldn’t.
“Yes.”
