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I don’t regret it.
She draws a sharp intake of breath and scrunches up the paper. “You should.”
I reply:
You never thanked me for saving your life.
She snorts, seeing the humour in it. Underneath her hard exterior, there’s still a person who deserves another chance. Is that the woman Freddie and Seb see when they look at her?
“Thank you, Bram.” She stands and peers through the window. Her voice drips with sarcasm, and she rolls your eyes. “I’m ever so grateful.”
She watches me write, and I hold it up for her to see.
There’s more to life than killing people.
“Is there?” She shrugs. “From where I’m standing, that’s the best thing about it.”
I write:
Seb and Freddie care about you.
Her tense jaw twitches. The Ice Queen might care about them, too.
“They don’t know me,” she says. “I’ve been doing a job, that’s all. When they find out who I am, they’ll hate me.”
She reminds me of myself five years ago. She thinks she’s irredeemable. Maybe that’s why she cares about the Dukes. They showed her what her life could be like. Freddie, Seb, and Callen aren’t perfect, but the Dukes are a family, or they were…
I take a gamble.
I think you care about them too.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hisses at my latest scrawl as I cross out my words. “The Dukes are a Killers Club target.”
I see through her lies and decide to push harder.
The Dukes can help you.
“I don’t need help,” she insists. “What can the Dukes really do? They’re still men! Men only care about themselves.”
They’re not Spencer.
“You don’t know that,” she says, but she’s not just talking to me now. “Spencer was charming at the beginning, just like Freddie and Seb. How do I know they’re not the same? I’m part of the Killers Club; we have each other’s backs, and loyalty comes above all else.”
You’re wrong.
“Wrong?” Her jaw drops. “Don’t tell me you’re going to spin me some bullshit about how love doesn’t only exist in fairytales? This isn’t a fucking musical!”
I wasn’t going to mention love, but if she has, it must be on her mind. She cares about the Dukes more than she wants to admit to herself.
My hand moves across the page before I change my mind. I’m taking a risk. A risk that not only compromises the mission Alaric gave me but also any prospect of my release.
The Killers Club isn’t as loyal as you think.
Once she’s read it, I rip the paper and stuff the note into my mouth. My spit turns it into a gooey ball, and I swallow it to destroy the evidence.
“Come on, Bram. What’re you trying to do? Play mind games with me?” Her deep brown eyes narrow. “It won’t work.”
I hold her gaze, unblinking, trying to show her how sincere I am.I’m not lying.
