Page 55 of Psychopath

“They say I killed two people.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes,” Zane said. “If I killed two people, then I deserve to be here.”

Quinn nodded.

Zane clicked his tongue. “My question…”

“Go on then.”

“How was Saturday night?”

Quinn froze. “How do you know about Saturday night?”

Zane tilted his head. “The officers have been talking. They are easy to overhear when they stand right outside my cell. You went, got chatted up, or so Kerion was saying. He walked away before I could hear what happened next.”

Quinn pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nothing happened.”

“Was that the plan? To hook up and have meaningless sex?”

“Are you, of all people, judging me?”

Zane stiffened his jaw. The muscle jumped. “I have no right to judge you. I’m curious, that’s all.”

“I went out.” Quinn bit his lip. “Maybe I had the intention of hooking up to distract myself.”

“From what?”

Quinn kept his voice level. “From Damon.”

“Right…” Zane hiked his eyebrows.

“It’s working out for him.” Quinn shrugged. “Keeping it casual.”

“You don’t like casual, though. You like a connection.”

“That’s not turned out so well for me, has it?”

“Don’t…” Zane looked away.

“Don’t what?”

“Do what he does. You’re not…like that.” He shuffled. “You…” Zane growled and scrubbed his hands down his face. “This is fucked.”

“What is?”

“I don’t like that idea.”

“What idea?”

“Of you going out and sleeping around.”

Quinn frowned. “Does it make you jealous?”

Zane exhaled as he laughed. “Hell yes, it does. I know it shouldn't.”

“Because you miss being able to do that whenever you wanted.”

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