Facet swallowed. “Yes.”
“How?” I blurted, causing every man to look in my direction. “How do they have a warrant?”
Facet’s mouth fell open, looking to Cut to see if he should reply.
Cut glowered at me as if I’d brought the apocalypse to his door.
No one spoke.
What did my father do?
How did V find a way to free me?
My heart winged thinking of my twin. He’d promised he would never give up. I should’ve trusted him.
I should be more grateful.
I wanted to kill him.
He’d ruined it. He’d taken everything I’d worked for and torn it away from me.
I’m alive and going home.
I’m alive and going home.
The words repeated in my head.
I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for Jethro.
I’m in love with him.
He’d infected me, and no matter how much distance was between us, that would never change. I was his. And he was mine.
Jethro’s eyes locked with me—the golden depths burned with despair and scorching agony. “I warned him. I tried to stop...”
He showed too much.
Hefelttoo much.
My diamond collar grew heavier, colder.
You said you’d be the last.
You promised you’d end this.
My stomach somersaulted.
If they’re here for you. Leave.
You have no choice.
I ached.
“Warned who? What’s happened? Jethro...I’m not leaving. Even if they are here for me.”
Jethro didn’t move. He looked as if the light in his soul had snuffed out. The peace and openness of last night was gone. Disappeared.
“I’ll kill him for this,” he muttered.
