“I killed for you.” He spoke through gritted teeth, “Twice.” The last of my patience snapped. I smacked my hands on the table and leaned forward. “Don’t act like that’s not just another part of your life. I know you’re a murderer.” His nostrils flared. “A serial killer is more than three bodies. A mass murderer is more than four.” He paused and leaned over the table, his face inches away from mine. “What does that make you?”
