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My body shakes as I realize Kofo is not moving or breathing.
I sink back against Adam, staring at the body of my assistant who had been smiling at me just half an hour ago.
And now, he's dead.
Kofo died protecting me.
This is my fault.
CHAPTER 24
Cynthia
Adam drives me home.
He called someone to pick up Kofo's body. I watched some men arrive in a white van and take him away. Two of the men stayed and cleaned up the blood before applying some spray to the ground, giving it another scrub. I want to ask what will happen with the body, but it's like the words are stuck in my throat.
I keep hearing Kofo's scream as he rushed toward me, and then the way he threw himself in front of me. The sound of his flesh tearing is echoing in my ears, and I can't turn it off.
"His family will be notified that it was a heart attack," Adam says quietly. "We have procedures in place for events like this. He will be buried with dignity, and his family will be compensated. His siblings, if he has any, will have their educational expenses covered, and his parents will be looked after financially by the pack."
"None of it will replace their son," I whisper, my voice thick with tears.
"No, it won't," Adam agrees, his voice tense. "But we have to do what we can."
I want to scream about the unfairness of this all, but what will that change? Kofo is gone.
"That shifter," Adam asks suddenly, "did you know him?"
I shake my head.
"He was targeting you, Cynthia," Adam is looking straight ahead. "I want to know why."
My body tenses as I recall the night I felt somebody watching me in the park across my building.
"I've not interacted with any of the shifter community in Detroit since I came here. Nobody's got any reason to want me dead."
Adam pulls up in front of my building. I had no choice but to give him my address since my car was in bad shape. When he gets out of the car, I go still. "What're you doing?"
"I want to make sure that shifter hasn't been sniffing around your home," he growls, slamming his door shut.
My eyes widen in alarm. Riya isn't here, but if he enters my apartment, there are signs of her everywhere. I can't let him do this.
"I'll check for his scent myself!" I try to stop him.
"My sense of smell is sharper than yours," Adam snaps. "If you had been able to sense him, you would have noticed his scent the moment you walked out of the lobby."
He's walking across the road, toward the park.
"What're you doing?" I trail after him.
"The park is on the edge of the woods," Adam responds. "He would be watching you from there."
I pause, that ominous feeling now settling in my gut.
I bring Riya here every weekend.
The parking lot for my building is across the road from the park.
