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A partnership like the one I suggested could never last so long. Not unless the protégé was a child.
How can I fall in love with someone when I can’t even tell them my real name?
But is it really much of a surprise that the daughter of a serial killer would spend her whole life trying to be good?
“Maxwell killed her, I have no doubt about that, what I want to know is if someone else could have made the crosses. The cuts, they’re thinner, more jagged.”
I’m busy processing the fact that my father has killed again, in the very state I’m living in,
“We crashed on a back road by the cliffs. Hannah was dead on impact. I’d seen enough dead bodies to know that straight away. And I don’t know...” Freya shrugs, a faraway look in her eyes. “I guess I saw my chance.”
“I want to catch my father. You can trust that. I will do everything I can to help you put him behind bars, but I will not give up the person who saved my life.”
“Because if I didn’t, he would have made me kill his next victim.”
“Trust isn’t about knowing everything. It’s about believing in that person anyway.”
They’ll never forgive me. But I’d rather be sitting in a prison cell with Oz alive, than be the reason River, Jude and Eli lose a brother.
“He raised us as one. Did she tell you that?” She shakes her head. “Of course not, she likes to pretend she’s only one person when actually she’s two. She’s me and her and I am her and me.”
“Me. I’m broken. She made me promise not to kill anybody, but daddy doesn’t like that.”
Never let anyone get close, they’ll be your downfall.
