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“One night, and you can watch from a distance or whatever it is you used to do before.”

“No,” said Alister. “One of us must be in the room with you.”

“No.” I refused to back down. “We have to assume the killer knows I’ve been staying with you at this point and that he knows your reputation. If they even suspect that a Blackwell is lurking around, they won’t make their move.”

Alister's nostrils flared and his eye twitched. But he didn’t argue because I was right.

“Why can’t they wait in the building then?” Lucian challenged.

“Because even if there is one mastermind, we don’t know how many sheep there are. They could easily have more than one person watching my dorm.”

“And what about Locke’s point? What are you going to do when whoever gets their hands on you decides to kill you?”

“We need answers, right? From whomever they send.”

Lucian nodded.

“I’ve already got a taser to disable them. If you can get me some olanzapine, then I can easily knock them out once they’re down.”

“You can’t be serious,” Locke said, still holding his ear.

“Do you have a better plan? There’s no way to know who might come after me, or how skilled they might be. It’s the best way to level the playing field without bringing a gun into the mix, which seems like a bad idea in a crowded dorm. Plus, we want them alive.”

“How are you going to administer the drug to a violent man twice your size, little one?” asked Lucian.

I turned my attention back to my steak.

“It wouldn’t be my first time . . .”

Chapter thirty-five

Lucian

“What do you mean, it wouldn’t be your first time?” I said, working to keep my voice even.

I was starting to understand Locke’s perspective. The little brat got under your skin.

My brother and Everest were increasingly obsessed with her. Even Nixon and Locke seemed to have a fixation with her.

Which was going to make it all that much worse if I had to killher.

Luz cut off a small piece of steak. “Aaron wasn’t my first kill,” she said and popped the bite in.

“Who else?” Nixon asked, leaning forward on his elbows.

She took her time, chewing her steak slowly. “My mother killed my father and stepmother when I was eight.”

That much I knew already. As a Blackwell, I had heard of a lot of fucked-up shit in my life, done a lot of fucked shit, but her story had left me speechless.

“Technically, I wasn’t involved in the killing, but I knew what she did and never reported her, so you could consider me a very willing accomplice.”

It was no wonder Alister and Ever had fallen so hard for her.

“Who else have you killed?” I said with my jaw clenched.

“Kai Jameson, when I was sixteen, and Asher Rheinhold, just after I turned eighteen.”

I frowned. How had this girl managed to hide so much of her past from us?

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