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“Please.”

I feel her jaw tighten in my hold. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Leaning down, I kiss her lips.

CHAPTER 35

Veronica

Leo left me alone in his apartment a while ago. Now, it is close to eight at night, and I’ve been hiding behind his walls all day, afraid of any little noise from the hallway. I was terrified that the police would return, but luckily, they haven’t shown up again.

His refrigerator is fully stocked, so I helped myself when I grew hungry. I didn’t dare go to my apartment to eat. Or to grab anything for that matter. Not even a change of clothes. Leo’s t-shirt and sweatpants have covered my body since he left me.

When I haven’t been eating, I’ve been pacing around his living room, stepping into his bedroom to stare at my purse on the floor. The bag stares back at me with evil eyes. The weapon I used to kill that man is in there, still covered in his blood.

I should have had Leo take it to the incinerator when he took the other evidence, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. How stupid of me to forget the most crucial piece of evidence!

Sighing, I allow my mind to wander to what happened between Leo and me last night.

I apologized—honestly apologized—to him, and the look in his eyes was that of a child seeing snow for the first time. They gleamed with the light that used to consume his eyes when we were together.

The moment the apology sunk in, I knew I had the old Leo back. It is crazy to think that all I had to do was tell him how sorry I was.

The apology came from the heart that seems to want to grow inside me. The stupid organ has been acting as a brain lately, and I don’t know how to handle it.

Usually, I’m level-headed… Well, as level-headed as a sociopath could be, but now my whole world is getting turned upside down. It’s almost as if someone had switched bodies with me, and I’m stuck living in theirs and harboring their feelings as my own.

But how he handled me last night in the shower, cleaning me while being gentle, made my insides warm. Leo wasn’t surprised by my actions before coming to him.

Why would he be? He knows I’ve killed in the past, but the question is… with the police involved, will he still be the same as he was once I apologized?

Yes, he told me to wait to hide the knife until he got home, which means he is willing to do whatever to keep me safe. But I can’t sit under this roof any longer, knowing the knife is hidden in my purse.

No one has come knocking on the door to search the place, which means I’m safe… for now. If the cops come back and decide to search the apartment, I’m screwed.

Especially that blonde one who pulled up a picture of me before the changes I’ve made. He is suspicious, and I don’t doubt that he will come back by himself. All I know is that if they do revisit the apartments, the knife will be in Leo’s apartment.

A commotion out in the hall catches my attention, and I twist my head in that direction when my feet glue to the ground. My heart about stops, my breathing going quiet so I’m able to listen. There is only one voice, and they are talking on the phone. A laugh makes me jump in my spot, but then I realize it’s Aiden.

Relief floods my system, knowing it isn’t an officer. Then, that idea pops into my head again. It came to me after Leo told me he met Aiden and already hated him from that first encounter.

Getting up from the couch, I crouch by my purse and carefully slide my phone out. I head to the kitchen and scroll to find the contact I need.

The phone only rings a couple of times before Slater picks up. “Hey! What’s up?”

“I need another favor.” I don’t beat around the bush with the reason I’m calling.

“What did you get yourself into this time?”

“Oh, you know, the same old.” A playfulness sits on the edge of my serious tone, trying to hide the severity of my call. “Could you do me a favor and look into someone for me?”

“Depends. Is this person going to wind up dead?”

“No.” I shake my head even though he can’t see. Sitting back on the couch, I bring my knees to my chest. “He just seems sketchy. I want to know what I’m dealing with.”

“Wait… am I doing a background check on a potential boyfriend?” The tone in his voice annoys me to the ends of the Earth. He is teasing me like a big brother.

“If we were in the same state, I’d find you and stab you.”