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But is it really much of a surprise that the daughter of a serial killer would spend her whole life trying to be good?
Eli looks like he just stepped off a ranch, cowboy hat and all, but instead of a plaid shirt he’s got a crisp white suit shirt tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans. The whole look is like cowboy meets GQ.
Who the hell put an aphrodisiac in the air tonight? Apparently, FBI profiler is my type.
“Why does he insist on behaving like an eight-year-old?” Eli shrugs. “You coddle him.” I know how to deal with eight-year-olds though. I slip my hair tie off my wrist and ping it at Jude. “Oh good, there’s two of them,” Agent Park says, his voice drier than sawdust.
“Do either of you have a professional bone in your body?” Eli smirks. “Sure, I’ve got a bone. Do you want to taste it?”
People think I’m extroverted, and I sort of am but mostly I’m hyper because I need the stimulation.
I grip onto the ‘oh shit’ handle, refusing to get out of the car.
“You think we need pretty?” I ask. “You think after all we’ve seen, all we’ve done that we want soft, perfect, fragile?” I ease her shirt up a little bit. “We want tough. Strong. A fighter.”
Don’t get me wrong, Angel, you’re gorgeous. Stunning. But any scars you’ve got aren’t going to take away from that. They’ll only add to it. Because in our world, staying alive, is sexy as hell.”
“I was wrong before,” I say. “You’re not a fighter. You’re a warrior.”
Freya is mine. And I will never let anyone hurt her ever again.
“Scottish on his dad’s side. The accent comes out in the bedroom,” he says.
I want to talk with her, to play with her, to just simply be in her presence. Every new thing I discover about her is like finding an easter egg in a video game. A little hidden secret, that only I’ve discovered.
“It’s just like my granddad used to say. Why learn from your own mistakes when you can learn from others.”
I may have made some mistakes when I was younger but if they led me to here, with her, I’d make them all over again.
He looks over the rim of the laptop at Oz and grins. “Jack-and the bean stalk-Pot.” “Oh, that’s a good one.”
“She told me to run. She said no matter how long it takes, never give up on being free, because there’s a boy out there who’d do everything in his power to keep me safe.” My eyes blur. I blink and let the tears fall. Freya looks down at me. “She loved you so much, Eli.”
I will never fully heal from losing my mother but in this moment, with Freya in my arms, I know she would be proud of me.
