Page 212 of Never Die for a Sinner
—Frosty blue and peridot green.
In a flash in time, I knew I’d gladly give my life to save his.
—And then everything fades to black.
LEVI
. . . 3 Months Ago . . .
He slips a picture out of his wallet and hands it over to me.
The soft green eyes staring up at mine are like a punch to the chest.
“No.”
He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t have to. It’s the eyes. The same ones that haunt my fantasies match the eyes of the man standing in front of me.
“You’re her father . . .”
“If you can call it that,” Marks grunts, snatching the picture out of my hand as if it’s his most prized possession.
“So why am I here?”
Marks looks away.
“I made a mistake.”
“Doesn’t explain what you want from me.”
He cocks a brow, cocking his head to the side in thought.
“You’re a very hard person to read, Cross.”
“Your point?”
“Just that. You’re a very hard person to read . . . except,” he holds the picture up in front of me. “. . . When it comes to my daughter.”
All the blood rushes to my head at the soft green eyes that stare back at me from the photograph.
Fuck.
My mind is reeling, and I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the woman in the picture being the same woman who’s plagued my mind for the last three months.
“What the fuck did you do?”
Something dark flashes across his gaze.
“No.”
My gun’s out of my pocket in the blink of an eye, aimed directly at the center of his forehead.
“You can shoot me, if you need to,” he says, so nonchalant, I debate on doing it for the fucking hell of it. “It won’t change anything.”
“I could just end it right now,” I spit, venom coating every word.
“You could. Though, do you really think it would save her? Wright’s son is looking for her, as we speak. He’ll use her against me regardless of whether I’m alive or dead.”
“And who is his son?”
