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“Aren’t they?” Tyrant says proudly, coming into the room. “They take after their mother.”
Let me or Vivienne know if there’s anything you need. Baby wipes. Assassinations. Nothing is too much for Cullan and his family after everything he’s done for us.”
“Oh? Cullan’s killed people?” “No.” I swallow hard. “I did.”
“Were you expecting me to scream and run from the house? There’s not much that shocks me these days. I’ve met real monsters, and I know the suffering they cause.”
“Cullan has a list,” Tyrant says. “He’s never told me who’s on it, but I have been wondering if there are fewer names on it now.”
“You’re worried that we were going to throw you out of the house for telling us this, weren’t you? I told Cullan to be honest with the next woman he falls for, and I’...
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Everything in my life was pain, and then I met Tyrant. He didn’t fix me, love doesn’t work like that, but once all my darkness was out there for someone else to witness, it lost its power over me. I was free.”
“People can change.”
“I hope you and Cullan find the same freedom together as Tyrant and I have. Knowing Cullan, he’s trying as hard as he can.”
“You will experience it all, I promise. All the wonderful and all the challenging, and you’ll get to experience it with Cullan. He’s a wonderful father.”
Call me when you get lost.”
“Don’t you mean if I get lost?”
“The first night I met Tyrant, he locked me in this labyrinth and ordered me to solve it, but all the gates were on timers...
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Cullan worked on this maze with Tyrant. I feel my lover’s presence all around me.
Someone is watching me.
The last thing I see is a figure lunging out of the shadows in pursuit. He’s tall. Impossibly tall. And over his face gleams a mask, as red as wet blood.
“Don’t run. Or I won’t be able to resist chasing you.”
then the Red Mask Killer steps out of nowhere and snatches me up in his arms. His breathing is hard. The red mask fills my vision, blank and menacing. This must be the last sight his victims see. Shadowed eyes and a blood red visage. Threatening. Deadly.
“I’ve missed you like oxygen. Every moment has been agony.” His leather gloved hands encircle my wrists. “I’m not letting you go again. You’re mine, forever.”
“My handsome killer.”
“My beautiful murderer.”
“The police have you on CCTV. The press has given you a nickname. If you don’t stop killing, you’re going to be taken from me,”
“Has this been on your mind the whole time I was gone?”
“You love this black-hearted killer that much?”
“Your heart isn’t black. The parts that love me are more precious than gold.”
“That’s all of my heart, darlin’.” I reach for the red mask and hold it up before my face. For years, decades, I dreamed of becoming my true self by wearing this mask, but maybe tha...
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With Elena, I am tru...
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“Tired of lying. Filled with dark urges that I dared not explore. Since I met you, I haven’t felt ashamed. Alone. I don’t need to hide my face. So I don’t think I need this mask anymore.”
“I can’t promise that I won’t kill again, but only for professional reasons. Sometimes violence is necessary in my line of work.”
“Home security?” I stare at her in shock. The blood turns to ice in my veins. I did tell her, didn’t I? Wait, did I not fucking tell her?
“Oh, my fucking Christ. I forgot you didn’t know. I had so much to confess that it was missed.”
“Elena, I don’t like poker. In fact, I hate it.”
“Then why did you go to so many poker games?” “I didn’t. I lied.”
“What were you doing all those nights when I was babysitting Rosie? You didn’t become the Red Mask Killer...
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“For years, decades, I’ve hidden what I really do, and then I met you and suddenly I was completely off the leash I’d tied around my own neck. I indulged every dark part of my soul. I’ve done so many unhinged things that when it was time for me to confe...
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“I break into houses. People hire me to steal from other criminals.”
“Is that all? I thought you were going to confess you’re a spy or a demon or something.”
Is this the magic of meeting your person, that suddenly every fear that you were im...
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“I love you so much. Do you know that? So...
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“I love you, too. Can we go home now? Vivienne and Tyrant have been wonderful, but I want it to be...
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Elena tells me everything the two of them have been doing while I was gone. Rosie follows the conversation and adds in excited words every now and then like “birds” and “Tyra” and “Huck.”
“Like I’m pregnant. Like I’m having your baby. It hasn’t seemed real while we were parted. How is this my life? I can’t believe I get to be this happy.”
“This is what I’ve always wanted. We’re not normal and good, but I tried to be normal and good for so long, and it only brought me pain. You and Rosie and our little one are my family.”
“That we are. Not normal and good, but strange, loving, and wicked.” I kiss her lips over and over, and caress her belly. “And all mine.”
He found my mother. The church my aunts attended is associated with a nearby hospital, and he searched the records until he found what he was looking for.
Me. Born April 4 to a Beatrice Spencer, father unknown.
“It doesn’t matter what happens today, I have you. I have your daddy, and I have your sister Rosie. That makes me bulletproof, doesn’t it, baby?”
The woman is in her mid-thirties, and she wears a baby blue dress and heels. Her eyes are just like mine, wide and bright blue. Her hair is the same lustrous shade of black as my own. I see myself in the tilt of her lips and the shape of her face.
“I would have known you anywhere, my little girl,” and throws her arms around me.
“I was just fifteen when I had you. Practically a baby myself. Who was it that raised you?”
