“What about the . . .” I trail off, attempting to find a delicate way to put it. “The contracts?” “Undoubtedly, I will miss them. But there is nothing more fulfilling than you, Genevieve. I will gladly wash my hands clean of blood if it means your hands will replace it.” Butterflies unleash in my stomach, and I am at a loss over how this villainous man became my hero.
