“I followed you.” “For how long?” My eyes narrow. “Longer than you think,” he states, unashamed. A smile pulls at my lips as lust swirls inside me at the thought. “You’re a sick freak,” I say, fighting my grin. Gage’s astute eyes smolder, a smirk crossing his face. “You’re turned on,” he points out. I don’t deny it. There’s no reason to. “You watched me kill them?”
