“Let’s kill…” My brain was short-circuiting. I could hear Savvy in my head, on a loop as I stood in front of my frantic husband. Fat raindrops hit my skin, landing on my eyelashes and blurring Matt’s face. “What?” Matt dropped his hands from my face in shock. “You killed someone?” “Deserved it,” I muttered. “We had a plan.” “Jesus Christ.” He took a step back, his horrified expression intensifying. “Savvy tried to…” “To what? Lucy, what did Savvy try to do?”
