Zero at the Bone (Zero at the Bone, #1)

by Jane Seville

Jack took slow, even breaths. I’m going to die any second. The thought was surprisingly bereft of power. The idea of death didn’t have much potency when confronted with the inescapable fact of it. It was a done deal. No use being afraid of it. It was almost a relief not to have to dread it anymore.

“I knew what you told me, but you didn’t tell me all of it, did you? You told me you only killed people who deserved it.” “Right.” “You left out the part about standing by and doing nothing while people who didn’t deserve it were killed by others!” D gripped his coffee cup hard. He cain’t know. Not yet. He cain’t fuckin’ know. Keep yer stupid trap shut, no matter how much ya wanna tell him. “Weren’t my job ta save them,” he said.