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I hiss, spinning to her. “But thatwasn’tyour choice, was it!? That was you working for whoever was—”
“That was me, an adult, making my own choice to—”
“Who. Is. He,” I snarl.
Fuck this noise. We’ve danced around the question, I’ve given her plenty of time and space to just fucking tell me herself. Now, I’m done playing games. Una gasps as I surge toward her, grabbing a handful of the covers as I leer down into her face.
“No more lies,” I hiss. “No more dodging the question. Who thefuckwas pulling your strings, because I know damn well someone was.”
She shivers.
“Una,” I growl quietly. “Tell me.”
”I…” She looks down. “I don’t know.”
When I growl again, louder, her eyes raise to mine.
“I honestly don’t know,” she chokes with utter sincerity before her shoulders slowly slump. “We never met face to face. He used a voice changer thing whenever he called.”
My jaw loosens a little, my eyes softening when I see a tear in the corner of her eye. I reach up, using my thumb to brush it aside.
“I just know his name is Apostle, and that he was one of my father’s…I don’t know… Fans? Followers?”
My pulse thuds.
Apostle.
Fuck me. I heard that name once, and then I completely forgot about it as I got swept up intoher.
Apostle. The buyer Aaron Armstrong, the arms dealer, told me about, right before I killed him.
Another tear trickles down Una’s cheek, and then a third. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m pulling her into me and hugging her tightly as I kiss the top of her head.
This isn’t like me. This…humanity. This normalcy. I could say it’s my darkness meeting its match in her. But, black plus black equals a darker, deeper black.
Not… Whatever this is.
“There’s nothing else?”
She shakes her head, clinging to me.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs into my chest.
“For what?”
I lift her chin as her eyes find mine.
“I…should have told you.”
“Then I wouldn’t have taken you to that room, and you wouldn’t have done what you needed to do, and none of the rest of this would have happened.”
She smiles a wry, thin smile.
“Get dressed,” I murmur. “Then come with me.”
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