Page 207 of A Curse On Black Lake
“We’re so much more than that, and you know it,” he says in my ear.
I fight the vomit crawling up my throat and keep trying to wiggle out of his hold. What in the world is he talking about? I haven’t seen him in over ten years.
Yesterday, I would have given in, but today I’ve had enough. I have to see Killian tomorrow. It can’t end this way. I wiggle a little more, and then I feel a sharp tip poking my ribs.
“Ow!”
“Keep trying to get away and I’ll slice your achilles so you can’t run. Your choice,” he says.
I still in his grip.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Chapter sixty-two
Killian
“Wyatt!”Iyellagain.
Nothing.
“Dammit, Wyatt, this is life and death! Get your ass in here!” I scream and bang my fists on the bars.
The door opens, and Wyatt crosses his arms, leaning against the jamb. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Did you see that guy with Eliana?” I ask him. My hands vibrate from the adrenaline.
“Yeah? Who is he?” Wyatt asks.
“Eliana said he was an old friend, but something was off about him. I’ve never seen him before.”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” Wyatt says.
“She’s in danger. I don’t know how I know, I just have a feeling. Please, I am begging you to trust me,” I say. I’ll get on my knees if I have to.
“Killian, you’ve been arrested for multiple homicide in the first degree, so why in the world would I release you?” he asks.
“Maybe because I didn’t do anything, and you know it!” I yell. My patience is all but gone. But I need him to trust me again.
He rubs his beard and puffs out a breath.
I would be a terrible serial killer if I’ve killed this many women and have evaded law enforcement for this long, to the point of also working with them on the cases that I’ve supposedly committed.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Eliana’s stalker?” he asks.
I jerk back. “Honestly, I didn’t trustyou.But can we talk about that later? Please Wyatt. He’s going to hurt her, and I’m not there to keep that from happening.Please,” I beg.
“Yet you and Eliana thinkIdid something,” he states.
My jaw ticks. It’s not him, and one knot of many untwists in my stomach. “I really hoped it wasn’t you, but from my perspective it was hard not to consider.”
He palms the back of his neck. “You know … I never thought you did it, and I don’t think you’re capable of it. But all the evidence points to you,” Wyatt says.
“Fine, I get it, but I think this is the guy. He knows too much. I could see it. You know I can see those things in people. Come on, Wyatt, if it’s not him, if I’m wrong, fine, put me back in jail. I won’t say a thing until my day in court.”
“I can’t do it,” Wyatt says.
“Wyatt, I am begging you to pull the stick out of your ass andthinkfor a minute. If I killed those girls, why did I actively put myself in front of you? I didn’t have to call you when I found her body. No one would have known if I hadn’t called you. There is no way I could have killed the woman you found at Eliana’s. I was with Eliana all night. She would have known I left.”
