He cups the back of my head in a wide palm, stroking my hair as he quietly speaks. “I’m about to give you some hard truth, Story. You might not want to be part of us, but deep down, that’s exactly what you are. Whatever gives that instinct to kill for someone? It’s not something you can shake off. If it were, then Killer would have done it years ago.” I can hear him swallow beneath my ear, voice dropping to a whisper, soft like a secret. “And I’d be doing it right now.”
