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“It’s their curiosity, their innocence. That naivety layered with impossible amounts of confidence. They want to be known and explored. Deep inside, they want it so badly. And when their eyes are opened to the pleasure of two bodies becoming one, it’s such a beautiful thing.”

“You’re a rapist.”

Kross paused, his nose in the air. “I don’t like that word.”

“Why? Because it’s true? My sister—”

He cut a hand through the air. “Enough about your sister. She’s dead and can’t defend herself.”

Finn growled. “When I get out of these…”

“Yes, yes. Let’s pretend I heard all your empty threats. There’s a reason I’m here tonight and it does not concern the other girls.”

“What do you want?” But Finn knew the answer to that question the moment the words left his lips.

“Where is she?” Kross leaned forward so the chair creaked in the eerie quiet. His dark eyes glistened with a manic sheen as he whispered, “Where’s my Jewel?”

Finn clamped his mouth shut.

Kross smirked, his thin lips arching up. “Does she know? Does she know that you’re only using her to get access to me?”

He looked away.

Kross clucked his tongue. “Women are complicated creatures, Finn. Just ask your sister. Oops. You can’t.”

“Shut your mouth.”

“More glaring. You’ll get wrinkles you know.” Kross ran a finger across his forehead. “They’ll cost a fortune to get rid of.”

“What do you even want with Jewel?” Finn demanded. “What more can you possibly take from her?”

Kross’s gaze sharpened. “Take? I gave her everything.”

Finn scoffed.

Kross flicked his fingers and studied him. Finally, he stood to his feet, a smirk on his lips. “She didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“About our baby.”

Finn blinked as shock thudded through his chest. Baby? What baby?

Footsteps thudded through the hallway outside.

Kross’s head whipped toward the door. Finn noticed that he was distracted and scrambled to his feet. The handcuffs jangled angrily against the closet handle. The metal cut into his wrists.

He launched at Kross, going as far as he could before the cuffs yanked him back like a dog on a leash.

Kross barked out a laugh and turned for the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. “Next time, Robinson.”

Finn roared and pulled on the closet door. He heard the wood creaking, tearing. His veins bulged. Everything inside him strained to run after Kross. His heart was breaking, but the door wasn’t.

Tears glistened in his eyes. This could be his last shot. His only chance to honor his sister and bring justice to all those women who’d died at Kross’s hands.

“Finn!”

Nolan’s voice.

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