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"Those roses. They're not from Los Coyotes."
"Then who?"
I stare at the image.
At the familiar stance.
The height that matches someoneIknow.
Someone who shouldn't be here.
Someone who was supposed to be gone.
"I don't know," I lie. "But we're going to find out."
She nods, trusting me even as she falls apart.
Even after destroying her family, she trusts me to keep her safe.
I get her on the bike, driving carefully back to the compound. Her arms around me are the only thing keeping her upright. She cries the entire ride, body shaking with sobs I feel through my jacket.
The roses weren't from Los Coyotes.
They were from whoever's been killing for her. And I think I finally know who.
But that revelation will have to wait.
Right now, I need to get her safe.
Need to figure out how to fix what just broke between her and her family.
Need to prepare for what's coming.
Because if I'm right about who sent those roses, things are about to get much more complicated.
And Elfe's already broken enough for one night.
The compound's lights are a relief when we pull in.
Safety. Security. Walls between her and everything trying to hurt her.
Including the person who thinks killing for her is love.
Including the truth I'm still hiding about how long I've been watching.
Including her father, who might never forgive what she said tonight.
Tomorrow brings whatever it brings. But tonight, I hold her while she breaks.
And I plan how to kill the bastard who sent those roses.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Elfe
A week of silence feels like a year.
Seven days since I destroyed my parents in front of half the club.
