Something had changed. And the reason for it was Cara. In some way, Falcone had set everything in motion. By giving Cara to me, he’d signed his own death warrant, because I wanted to help Cara get revenge. I wanted nothing more. Falcone always called me his killing machine. Falcone had created the monster, and now it would come to kill its creator. Perhaps she’d stop hating me if I did. I couldn’t hope for more than that. I knew nobody could ever truly come to care for me, and I’d accepted that.
