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A places his hand on top of mine and gives it a reassuring squeeze. As I look back at him, my heart warms. Those green eyes feel like safety and home for once since my world was stolen.
Getting up slowly, I lift my shirt and show her the star on my abdomen, no longer needing to be bandaged, but raw and angry.
“Wh-what? I—I don’t understand. Why do you have that? Who did that to us?”
Tightening my mouth, I sit back down and take her hand in mine. “There’s something you need to know. The murderer from the news, the one killing all those women, he brands them with a star on their stomach.”
Her eyes pop. “Oh my God…”
I nod. “When I was attacked recently, there were two of them. They drugged me and did that. Andy found me.”
I give her the name A uses for the ones he doesn’t trust, though she could very well identify him as Chris. But we can cross that bridge when we get there.
“So…so the person who came after me was the killer? Oh my God. I’m gonna be sick.” She clutches her stomach. “Ow, shit.”
I grimace. “You okay?”
“It hurts like hell.”
“I’m sorry.” My face falls.
“Was there only one person you saw?” A asks her.
“Yeah, I didn’t see two people.”
“I wonder if they both do it and take turns,” he muses.
That does sound plausible. It’d make so much sense.
Cammie grabs my hand, hers trembling as she leans into my ear.
“Are you sure we can trust him?” she whispers.
“Yes, I swear,” I breathe.
She perches back, and fresh tears pool in her eyes. “I…” Her attention jumps between us. “I saw him. Just as I kicked him, I… I hit his mask and I s-saw him. I know who it was.”
This is it.
My adrenaline kicks in. This is how we get him.
“Who was it, Cammie?” A’s tone grows with urgency. “Who’s the killer?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
KAYLA
“I—Idon’t know if I can tell you,” Cammie whimpers, clutching my hand so tight, it feels like my bones are going to shatter. “What if he?—”
“We promise to protect you,” I attempt to convince her. “Anything you say will be kept between us.”
“You don’t understand,” she cries. “If I tell you, he’ll know it was me, and he’ll come after me!”
“No, he won’t.” A stares down at her. “We can keep you safe. Believe me.”
“Come on, Cammie. You can do this.” I peer at her as tears swim in her eyes.
I can just imagine how afraid she is. Giving up the one who hurt you, someone dangerous, someone still out there, is terrifying. But she has to do this. We have to know who it was so we can torture him. Then we can find out who his accomplice is anddestroy them both.
