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Which she doesn’t—not after seeing me kill Siobhan.

So, I’m doing this for me. I’ve been lost in another life, but my time with Harper made me realize that somewhere out there, there might be a woman who accepts me for who I am and can love me anyway.

I press a hand against my aching heart. I thought maybe that woman might’ve been Harper. I thought she saw me and accepted me, but when rubber hit the road, my dark side was too much for her.

No fault. No foul. It would’ve been too much for Yasmine, too. I have no doubt about that.

My hand drifts to my jacket, fingers pressing over the letter in my inside pocket. The weight of it burns against my ribs. What did you want to tell me, Yas?

What did you want me to know?

“Are you still there, boss?”

I’m pulled from my thoughts again and give myself an inward shake. Fucking hell. This whole self-reflection shit is very distracting. “Aye, I’m here. Is there more?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

I sit up straighter, my pulse kicking it up a notch. “What? What is it? Spit it out.”

Drake hesitates and that hesitation alone sets every hair on my body on edge.

“She, uh…” he clears his throat. “She got this look, boss. After she found those lists. All proud one second and then quiet the next. Sad. Real quiet.”

My heart drops.

“And then she asked me to set up a meet with Tag.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “What?Why?”

“I don’t know,” he says quickly. “It wasn’t my place to ask. She just said she needed to talk to him.”

Blood thunders through my veins, anger surging through every cell in my body. “And? Did you call Tag?”

“I did. Tag got to the house about half an hour ago. He told me to leave them, so I did.”

Silence stretches between us, taut and dangerous.

I sit frozen in the driver's seat. Why did Harper want to speak to Tag? Does she want to leave? Go back to Liverpool to investigate the list? Would Tag help her? Would he talk to me first?

Turning the keys in the ignition, the engine roars to like. I shift into gear and the screech of my tires echoes off the buildings all around me.

Fucking hell.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Harper

I’m still pissed.

Don’t get me wrong.

But I’m not pissed in the way I was for the past two weeks—righteous and loud and full of bite.

Now my anger is more of a slow burn, a simmer of regret that aches instead of sears.

I didn’t kill Siobhan, but her blood is still on my hands. I gave Bryan the information. I led her to her death. Not intentionally, but that was the end result.

Tag’s take on things explains a lot—but not everything. I still have questions, and I’m not ready to excuse the violence no matter how justified they think it was.

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