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“And when I discover the traitor?”

“Then Saxon’s crazy can have some fun.”Jeremiah thought for a moment.“Or maybe I will.Sometimes only blood can satiate the taste for retribution.”










Chapter Seven

Lowen had just finishedsetting the table when the front door opened, and she froze.Suddenly, she was thrust into the past, and for one brief moment, panic flared in her belly at the thought that Scias had found her.Visions of running swept through her mind.Hiding.Curling in on herself to protect her vulnerable spots.

Then sanity returned.

She closed her eyes and let out a breath to settle her nerves.She kept reminding herself she was safe.Scias couldn’t touch her in Evren’s home.He wasn’t breaking in to drag her away.

“It’s okay,” she whispered.“I’m okay.Everything’s okay.It’s okay, I’m okay, everything’s okay.”

“Honey, I’m home,” Evren called out teasingly, with a smile in his voice.“What smells delicious?”

He walked into the kitchen just as she turned off the last burner, painting a carefree smile on her face.

“I made dinner,” she replied.“Tuscan chicken pasta.It has bacon, garlic, spinach, baby tomatoes, and Parmesan.Along with chicken and sauce, of course.This is one of my favorite dishes.”

He blinked, obviously shocked.“I had all this in my kitchen?”

“Yes,” she said and chuckled.She helped him take off his suit coat.“Your cupboards are stocked.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but this is my way to say thank you.And I really enjoy cooking.”For a moment, she remembered the only person who had ever been kind to her.“We had a culinarian in the house.She was older but she was amazing.I loved watching her prepare food, and eventually she allowed me to help.Taught me her recipes.”

“Sounds like you loved her,” Evren quietly commented.

She nodded.“I did.Unfortunately, she ...um, Scias found out she was teaching me how to cook and he fired her.”

“Fired?”

“He k-killed her.”Lowen swallowed down the memory.

“Hey,” he said gently, using a finger to lift her face.“That’s not your fault.”