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My smirk faded, and I threw myself against the straps holding me down. “What the fuck did you do?”

It was his turn to grin.

My guys.My guys.

No. He couldn’t. They’d eat him alive.

He shook his head as though reading my mind. “Those vultures you call Crows are still alive. For now. But Becca met the reaper just a few hours ago.”

But… Becca…

Met the…

“You’re lying.”

“Thought you might say that.”

Drake pulled two cell phones out of his back pocket, replacing the black one in favor of the sleek silver iPhone. He thumbed the screen for a second and flipped it to face me.

“See?” he said, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

I’d never get the image out of my mind.

Of Becca lying on her bedroom floor, her body at an odd, uncomfortable angle. Blood coating her torso. Her eyes shut.

“Oh, shit, wait a sec,” Drake said, pushing his light hair away from his forehead. “I didn’t press play.”

I couldn’t help the immediate burn of tears in my throat, or the way my chin began to quiver as Drake turned the phone back to me and I watched Becca’s bedroom door open.

Saw her face turn ashen with fear as she realized who’d just come in, frozen in her pajamas.

“Hey darlin’. Miss me?”

“Wait, Jericho, please… don’t…”

Bang!

“See,” Drake said, giving the phone a little shake. “I made it nice and quick. I did that for you. Now, I can’t say I’ll do the same for the Crows, but they have it coming.”

I couldn’t feel my face.

Couldn’t feel a damn thing.

I was looking at him through red-tinted vision, with a bottomless well of guilt in my stomach threatening to swallow me whole.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

I gasped at the very real sound of Grey’s soft voice in my ear.

“Stay calm.” Corvus’ voice joined Grey’s, and I closed my eyes, forcing tears to roll down my cheeks, no longer caring if I was crazy. If it meant I got to hear their voices, even for a second, it was well worth it.

Becca.

Dead. Because of me.

I should’ve stayed away from her.

Idiot. Such a fucking idiot.

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