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I burst out laughing, unable to keep it in. Tears pour from my eyes. I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.

Killian sits there watching me stunned, even as I pull a tissue out of my bag and pat at my makeup. Which, for the record, is actually still holding up quite nicely. Once I’ve clearly calmed down, except for the odd hiccup, he raises his eyebrows at me as if to ask, “Are you done yet?”

“Sorry,” I sputter, “Just, like… really?”

Killian looks unimpressed.

“Well, if you had let me finish, I was going to say that drugs are fucking bad and I’ve seen the worst of what they can do. And that my initial impression of you was not that you were one of the club coke whores, but apparently I was wrong.”

My eyes are wide as saucers, my mouth open. Is he… giving me shit for partying? My face must reflect the incredulousness I’m feeling because Killian’s eyes narrow.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened back there, but whether Serg wakes up or not—and from the fucking looks of it, that’s un-fucking-likely—you need to get the fuck out of here,” he tells me, pulling out his phone and typing something. “There are trains running in an hour or two. I’ll take you there so you can—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I interrupt. “Slow down there,Kill.”

He slowly puts the phone down. It occurs to me he doesn’t seem at all upset by the fact that Sergio might be dead, but pointing that out seems unwise.

“I’m not going anywhere. Thanks for your concern and all, but Serg and me went a bit too far, that’s all. I’m sure if I explain to Neil—”

“Are you fucking dense, woman? Do you know who these people are?”

My eyes narrow. “Don’t call me woman.”

He rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Echo, I—”

“Seriously, it’s fine. Take me back.” I cross my arms.

The last of my adrenaline and the drugs are leaving me quickly. I need to get home and sleep it off, see what tomorrow brings. I can’t go back to the club now, so it’s up to whoever to find poor dead Sergio.

I turn back to Killian. He is looking at me with an expression I can’t quite read, but I get the sense he’s trying to read me.

“What are you doing at Eternity?” he finally asks me. Despite my urge to tense, I keep my body as loose as I can.

“Like I have to justify myself to you,” I reply smoothly, lifting the small knife and pointing it in his direction. “Now, for the last time, take me back.”

Killian’s jaw is tight and his fists are clenched as he grips the steering wheel. To his credit, he doesn’t even look at the knife, meeting my gaze steadily. My eyes follow the thick veins of his arms and I can’t help but admire the sight.

Killian has the kind of body that I used to die for back in my old days. I can’t deny it's been fun flirting with him the past few weeks, or how much I want to run my hands through his hair, and grip it while I ride his face.

I shift a bit in my seat, shaking my head.

Not the time for horny thoughts, I tell myself.

“These guys are not fucking around, Echo,” he finally says, his voice low. “I gave you crap about the drugs and shit because, honestly, you seem like you’re better than that. Smarter. I don’t know you, though. I don’t know shit about you.”

He turns his gaze to me.

“I’d like to know more, for the record,” he says with a bit of a smirk, and I’m amazed to feel my cheeks heat up. “But a lot of shit you wouldn’t believe goes on behind the scenes at Eternity. I’d like to stay around long enough for me to be able to get to know you, you dig?”

As I peer into his eyes, I get a sense of care that I haven’t felt in a long time and can’t help but wonder who the hell Killian really is. I know I need to keep my distance, especially now, but I suppose having someone in my corner isn’t the worst idea.

Especially when they look like him.

Chapter Six

What Have You Done

Echo

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