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Before I have the chance to grab her again, she takes off, striding out of the office and leaving me standing there with a bloody nose.

Fuck me.

The only thing that’s clear right now is that I have no idea who I’m pretending to be married to.

Or what she’s capable of.

But I’m sure of one thing.

I’m unable to let her go. This is no longer fake to me. She is mine.

And she’s going to get me killed. If she’s not the one to kill me herself.

Chapter Nineteen

SKYLA

Waitingto kill someone is the most boring part of the kill. The moments between the hunt and the actual kill should be exciting, thrilling. A gearing up to the great finale.

But not for me. Having our prey in sight and having to wait for the perfect time to strike bores me. Makes me wish thatIwas dead.

The blood pouring over my hands, the life draining from their eyes, now that’s the fun part.

I duck back into the shadows as Logan twists to look over his shoulder.

Time seems to slow around me as I lean back against the brick, the rough surface biting into my shoulder through my black t-shirt.

Hurry up and get home, you stupid bastard.

It’s a warm night, and the humidity is setting in.

The last thing I want is to be stalking my ex through the wet summer heat because the man I’ve fallen for, my fake husband, only pretends to be a badass.

If I don’t want Joshua finding out the truth about me, sooner or later, I need to kill Logan. With Logan dead, there won’t be anyone to let the cat out of the bag. None of my family are going to turn against me. Not when they pretend that the monster doesn’t exist.

It’s fine for Royce and Aiden to be who they are, but if I even think about showing the worst parts of myself, I’m an outcast from the family yet again.

I should have stayed in Vermont. At least there, I didn’t have everyone breathing down my back and wondering when the next time I snap is going to be.

I peek out from around the corner as Logan starts to walk again.

His collar is flipped up, and his hands are stuffed deep in his pockets. He doesn’t look like he’s up to anything, but I know him better than that.

It’s going to be so nice to see his blood staining that horrible carpet in the living room.

He turns the corner and walks past the first two homes, coming to a stop at his own and digging for his keys.

I stand across the street in the shadows, leaning against a tree and pretending to look at something on my phone, my body angled away from his house.

The soft click of the door comes from across the street.

I turn to face the house, watching as warm yellow light comes through the windows, illuminating the dark yard.

If Joshua had just taken care of his brother last week, I wouldn’t have had to spend days stalking Logan and figuring out his routing. This is nothing but a waste of my time.

I could be going after someone worth my time. Someone else who also deserves to die for everything they’ve done.

Instead, I’m watching Logan turn on the music in the living room, bopping around while he makes dinner in the kitchen.

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