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Dragging in a shuddering breath, I turn to meet his gaze. His eyes, more gold than brown, hold no judgement whatsoever.
“Yeah,” I reply. It sounds more like a gasp.
The scar that runs through Eli’s eyebrow and down to his cheek shifts as he gives me a small smile, as if he always knew that I would let her go, even though I didn’t tell them that when I asked them to come.
“What will you tell your grandfather?” Jace asks. And there is no judgement in his tone either. Only curiosity.
“That I have information about the two men who killed my parents.”
“And Isabella?”
I just shake my head.
Kaden watches me with those dark, perceptive eyes. I can feel him thinking it. And I know that he knows. He always does, somehow. But he thankfully doesn’t say it out loud.
Someone else does, though.
Eli gives me another smile. And it’s one of those smiles that practically never appeared on his mouth before he met Raina.
“You love her, don’t you?” he says.
My heart spasms at hearing those words spoken out loud.
Isabella is… an absolute enigma. She’s fierce and lethal and kind and skilled and inexperienced all at once. She’s gorgeous and powerful. She understands me in a way that no one else does. And she completes me in ways that I never thought possible.
All of that is right there on my tongue.
But what I say is, “No.”
35
ISABELLA
Shock still clangs through my soul as I park my car and hurry towards the abandoned building where I keep my go-bag. I can’t believe that he let me live. That he just let me walk out of there. After I told him exactly who and what I am. After everything, all the unspoken secrets about himself, that he has shared with me these past weeks. All of that makes me a massive security risk. A massive threat to him. And still, he let me go.
As I hurry through the streets, I focus on that shock. Because at least it covers up the ache in my heart that seems to be getting worse with every step away from Blackwater.
We’re even now.
Yes, we sure are.
He owes me nothing. I owe him nothing.
We’re done now.
Over.
So why do I feel like my heart is fracturing into irreparable pieces in my chest?
I’m so distracted by the pain pulsing through my ribcage, that I almost miss the signs completely. And when I finally notice them, it’s almost too late.
Two streets away from where I keep my go-bag, I realize that I’m being followed. But because I didn’t notice it until now, it’s too late for any evasive maneuvers.
So I do the only thing I can do.
I run.
Taking a sharp left, I dart down another road, leading away from my go-bag with all my fake passports and ID cards. If they find those, I will never be able to escape.
