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I frowned, the warm feeling spreading through my chest vanished. “You’re mean.” Should I ask? It felt stupid to bring it up now, and the worst he could say was ‘no’…
He sighed, sitting back on the mattress. “What is it?”
“Do you have a picture of her… maybe?” My voice was smaller than I hoped, but I couldn’t help myself. “What was her name?”
Bryce blinked at me and his mouth dipped. My nervousness made it difficult to stand in one spot, and when he finally answered, his voice echoed in my spiraling thoughts. “Alyssa.”
The name registered, and so did the connotations. I frowned at him. “Alyssa.”
“Yes…” Confusion flickered across his expression. “Is something wrong?”
Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Only that I was going to kill Finn. Again.
“Excuse me, I need to go see Finn for a moment.” I hoped he was having a grand time discussing my handle in my absence. They may even be having some laughs over it.
I hoped they were.
He should enjoy himself, because he had only moments of joviality remaining before I strangled him with my bare hands.
Not until the life faded from his eyes would I be victorious.
Bryce slowly moved to his feet. “Why? Do you need help?”
Good call. Bryce should be there when I murdered Finn. Finn played an essential part in Bryce’s quintet, so he should witness the hand of justice.
As for Finn’s role in this world, we would replace him soon enough. Perhaps, even, with Norman. The red-headed man was an ambitious person. “Follow me.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bianca
Burn
Everyone was still lingering when I stalked into the living room. However, what they were doing, I wasn’t sure, because only Finn’s startled form remained locked in my sight.
“You!” I pointed at him. He’d said he regretted everything. What a liar.
I’d show him regret.
“She’s more pissed than before!” Brayden had been sitting beside Finn. But at my entrance, jumped back from the blond. His voice was thick with accusation. “Finn, what did you do?”
Titus, Julian, and Damen had also gotten to their feet at my arrival. But Finn ignored them, answering Brayden instead. “Why does everyone blame me for everything? How the hell should I know what happened?” He sounded slightly panicked. “I was here the whole time.”
“Bianca?” Julian reached for me, concern heavy in his question. “What’s wrong?”
I sidestepped Julian’s reach, my finger still pointed at Finn. “Alyssa.”
Finn paled, his eyes widening.
My blood ran hot, and my breathing became forced. How dare he look innocent? He’d done this to himself.
But then I spotted the fear in his expression.
Good.
He had better be afraid. I was going to rip off his head and pull his intestines out through his chest. Then I’d feed his remains to some free-range cattle. I wasn’t aware of where a farm might be, but we were in a remote area so there was bound to be something.
If there was no farm, I’d leave him out for the werewolves to eat. Surely Ms. Protean’s pack might enjoy some spiced jerky.
