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I killed her.
My gut clenched at the words.
I killed Ophelia.
Panic made my mind race with the possibilities as we tore along the streets.
Hale’s here. He’s just pulled up in the drive.
Tell her…
Tell her I lo—
I clenched the wheel as oncoming headlights blinded me. The streets blurred through the roar in my head and reflex took over as I hurtled through red lights, pushing the car harder than I ever had before. I jerked the wheel, cutting across the traffic and drove down the wrong way on a one-way street, bypassing the clubs and the bars until I turned one last time.
I glanced at the clock. It’d been thirty minutes since I took that call from Colt…
The longest thirty minutes of my goddamn life.
“There,” Carven growled, reaching for his door handle as I braked hard and skidded to a stop in front of her two-story townhouse. He was out of the car in an instant, drawing his gun as he charged toward the house.
I was a second behind, shoving my door wide and leaving the engine running. My focus narrowed in. All I saw was the empty drive and the dull light through the blinds from inside. “At the back!” I roared, pushing forward.
Carven grabbed the railing of the stairs and lunged, taking them two…then three at a time.
Boom.
Boom.
BOOM.
His boots thundered.
Until he slipped…and hit the stairs hard with a brutal crack of his knees, then surged upwards, pushing all the way to the top with a terrifying roar.
“Colt!” Vivienne screamed behind me as I raced upwards. “COLT!”
But her call went unanswered even as Carven barged through the door, leaving it to slam back against the wall with a bang!
I was inside in an instant, tearing into the familiar entrance. Revulsion coiling in my chest like a wounded serpent. For one panicked second, I jerked my gaze to Vivienne as she stepped into the place I’d once shared with that woman.
The place I’d bought for us a long time ago to keep up that fucking charade of a marriage. Only I was never really here…and she refused to fucking leave, forcing me to come here.
To take care of her needs like a husband should.
I pushed that disgust aside now, tearing past Vivienne and the kitchen to the expansive living room that overlooked the city. Lights sparkled in front of us, spread out like a blanket of stars. But the fucking view wasn’t why I was here.
Blood splatter marred the wall…the sight of that was a fist to my chest.
“The bedrooms.” I jerked my gaze left. “Check the goddamn bedrooms.”
We whirled and raced up the stairs. Carven had disappeared, the slamming of his boots echoed in the resounding boom in my chest.
“London,” he called, his tone dull and lifeless.
I jerked my gaze to the sound and charged through the doorway of the master bedroom.
Through the murky light, I saw it.
