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“Don’t get all excited, Finn. Don’t you go and start thinking threesome.”

When I laugh, it feels so good despite everything, despite what a monster I’ve been and the evil I committed. “I wasn’t,” I tell her honestly.

“I’m bi,” Kayla shrugs. “I used to think men were simpler than women, but then I met you.”

Walking across the room, I sit on the bed next to her. She moves away from me slightly. It’s not like I can blame her for that. “Kayla, I want you to know you’re an incredible person. The best person I’ve ever met. You’re kind, maybe too kind. I think if we kept at this long enough, you might forgive me, but I don’t think you should. I think you should move on and find somebody who deserves you. You should find somebody honest, loyal, and… not me.”

She swallows, looking like she might cry, then nods. “I think you’re right, but Ethan…” She corrects herself. “Finn, you’re not a bad person just because you did some bad things.”

I’m about to reply when there’s a knock at the door. I quickly hurry across to the other side of the room.

“Yeah?” Kayla calls.

“It’s me,” Lukas says. “We need to speak with Finn.”

“Are you sure about this?” Lukas asks as he speeds toward the city.

I sit in the passenger seat. Three cars follow us, all of them filled with armed men. “It’s my sister,” I tell him. “Protecting her is my job. If Nobody demanded that I have to be there, what are we going to tell him, no?”

Lukas nods, squeezing the steering wheel tightly, his jaw pulsing. “Our job is simply. Not easy, but simple. We need to draw these assholes out into the open. Then, the mercenaries take over. If we don’t draw them out within five minutes, they will flashbang the room and rush in. That’d be risky.”

“Nobody is a psycho,” I tell Lukas. “If we tell him you want to get baptized in his anti-tech cult, there’s a chance he’ll take you out to the water and drown you for a while… for fun. That’s what he did to me. Drowned me, let me breathe, then drowned me some more.”

“Jesus, kid,” Lukas says. “That’s rough.”

“It’s just who he is and what he is—a manipulative asshole. He got a kick out of doing it to me. He’d probably throw a parade if he thought there was a chance he’d be able to do it to you.”

“I’m sorry,” Lukas says. “I hated you not too long ago.”

“I can’t blame you.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had such a shitty life.”

“A bad life doesn’t mean I get to behave however I want.”

“That’s a mature way to look at things,” he replies. “If you keep that attitude up, I think you’ll be able to make something of yourself.”

I let a smile spread across my face. It feels out of place, but then, smiles always have. Since I was a kid, smiling has felt like a fool’s game. Yet, weirdly, sitting next to Lukas Larson, I finally feel a sliver of hope.

CHAPTER 28

LUKAS

“This is the place?” I ask Finn as we walk toward the small building along the water, moonlight shimmering on the surface. The sloshing of the water tries to tug my mind back to the pool and the searing connection I just shared with Maci. It was… hell, magical. It was perfect. I wish we’d had longer to exist in that moment together, to savor our connection, instead of having to end it all too soon.

“Yeah,” Finn says miserably. “That blank-faced prick will be inside, I bet, with Ashley.”

“And Sebastian,” I growl, with the same edge in my voice.

Finn has described how vague Nobody’s features are. Apparently, he could look like anybody. I know that Gabriel and his men are stationed nearby. There’s a boat on the water, curtains drawn, no lights on. They’re peeking through the curtains with their night-vision goggles. There are men posted farther up, too, ready to move in.

We’re almost at the building when, suddenly, somebody collapses out of the door. We recoil as the man starts crawling toward us, covered in blood, his face a mishmash of punishment.

“What the fuck?” Finn says. “Lukas, that’s him. That’s Nobody.”

“I h-had n-no ch-choice,” the man says. Finn was right. Even through the blood, I can see how plain his features are. Picking him out of a lineup would be difficult. “Please.”

“You better get in here,” a voice calls, and my blood turns to ice. I’ve heard that voice so many times, countless times. I’ve celebrated with the owner of that voice—laughed and joked. It’s Sebastian. “Or the same will happen to you.”

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