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Breaking my gaze from his, uncertainty and guilt swim through me.

Am I the one being a gigantic ass?

His family member died and I don’t actually have proof he’s done anything wrong—not to his cousin and not to me.

All I have are rumors and the chills that shoot down my vertebrae when I’m near him.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I suppose I should’ve asked you.”

“So do it,” he says.

“Ask you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Taking a deep breath, I lick my lips. “Lucan, did you kill Parker?”

CHAPTER 8

Lucan

Sadie’s storm-gray eyes are hypnotic.

She came alone to Altar to face me, believing I’m a murderer and a stalker.

Brave girl.

What will she say when she discovers I’m both?

“I didn’t kill Parker,” I say. “I want to find out who did.”

I’m a murderer, yes. But the person I killed wasn’t a relative.

Sadie’s eyes narrow, as if she might read me like one of her books.

Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful. It’s driving me to distraction.

She’s dressed like my dirtiest dreams. Short plaid skirt, sweater off her shoulder, socks ending over her knees. The creamy skin between the socks and her skirt begs to be stroked.

She smells edible, like vanilla and honey.

I could do anything to her, here and now. Tug up her skirt and drill my fingers into her pussy. Flip her over and eat her from behind while she moans.

The thought makes my blood run hot.

“I’m not saying I believe you,” she says stiffly. “But who do you think killed him?”

“I don’t know yet,” I say. “But half the school was in the forest that night. The killer is brazen as fuck.”

She nods slowly. “Meaning?”

“You’re in danger. Everyone knows you talked to the police. At best, they’ll try to learn what you told them.”

“At worst?”

“Like I said. Broken neck.”

Harsh but true. She needs to hear it.