“I killed her too. That’s not my worst sin, though.” “It’s not?” I choke out. “No. Not telling my brothers is. They have no idea.” Air leaves my lungs in a puff of condensation. The rain brought a cold snap with it, and the icy chill coasts down the neck of my dress, taunting me. As if it’s telling me that, although the cliff face is being battered by wind and rain, it’s safer out there than it is under the umbrella with Angelo. My gaze burns into the mud. “Why are you telling me this?” Angelo pulls the umbrella down tighter around us, trapping me in his world of darkness and deceit. He leans
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