"I don't want you to leave me," I whisper. "They might take you away." Grey tilts his head slowly, eyes locked with mine. He looks at me knowingly. "They haven't taken me away yet, have they?" My eyebrows furrow together. "What do you mean?" I ask, confused. A smile tugs on his lips, amused. "Who do you think killed Hallman, little killer? He didn't take his own life. No—I ended it. I ended that sad, pathetic excuse of a man because he touched you. He tried to hurt what's mine."
