Page 87 of Filthy Feck


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He studied me. “I’m here because I don’t walk away when I make a commitment. The O’Donnellys might be fucked up, but there’s one thing we do that’s right…”

“What is it?”

“We atone, and you can’t do that if you’re stuck in Dubrovnik.”

Something, a weird emotion, sharp yet soft at the same time, flickered into being inside me. “It’s not that simple—”

“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?”

My mouth rounded but I didn’t have anything to say—there were no words.

He surged to his feet and held out his hand for me once he was standing. “You can stay in here and rot or you can stop trying to kill the man who’d like to help you. I think you should take option two.”

“I only wanted to kill him once he…” I sighed. “I didn’t target him to kill him.”

“You didn’t?”

I stared at my feet. “No. The others, maybe. Him, no.”

We fell silent.

He cleared his throat. “You were going to seduce him?”

I let my chin drop.

“That’d have been awkward.”

“Just a little,” I croaked.

“Probably a good thing he knew who you were to him, no?”

“Yes.”

“Your list of things to atone for is getting bigger.”

I almost gave myself whiplash when I tipped my head up to look at him. Hopelaceratedme. Tore me to shreds. Ripped me to fucking pieces.

Hope was futile, but he handed it to me on a plate with an arched brow and a, “Sex is a weapon for you, Star.”Star. Not Lodestar. He wasn’t angry. More… sad?God. The guilt burned like hydrochloric acid through the sinews of my heart. “We need to unteach you that lesson.” That same brow furrowed. “This feral vibe you’ve got going on is hot. We may need to unteach me that lesson too.”

Gaping at him, I rasped, “What the hell are you talking about?”

He sniffed. “I grew up on comic books, Star. You think I don’t like a woman who could kill me?”

I had no idea where it bubbled from, but a laugh burst out of me before I could control it.

The second it did, he shot me a dopey grin and flexed his fingers in a silent prompt. I stared at him like the digits were rattlers waiting to bite me but, cautiously, I reached out.

Just as cautiously, he tugged me upward.

No part of me touched him aside from where our hands connected. I stared down as he untangled his grip on me.

“One day at a time, Star.”

“I’m a horrible person,” I confessed.

“Then I have shitty taste in women.”

“I kill people.”

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