“He’s dead, Penelope.” My heart seemed to free fall. “He’s what?” Luke was an asshole. He’d hurt me more than anyone else had ever hurt me, but he was still a big part of my past. He was Connor’s father…he was a piece of shit, but he didn’t deserve to die. Jameson kept his face down while he started washing the dishes. “Silas wouldn’t—” I moved from the chair, rounding the counter and angrily turned the water off. “Who gave the order?” My tone was low, barely contained. Jameson leveled me with a firm, confident stare, no regret in those brown irises at all when he said, “Me.”
