He shakes his head. “No. I only met him once.”
I study his expression again. Blank. No reaction.
Of course, he wouldn’t react. He sees death daily—assignments for the American Billionaire Club.
I might be married to a serial killer.
I might be married to someone who kills innocent people.
It might be him.
He enjoys killing.
He could have killed that man—but Irvin wouldn’t lie to my face, would he?
He tricked me into this marriage.
He lied about having a fiancée to manipulate me.
He used Judy to make me jealous.
I don’t know if I’m safe with Irvin.
His jade eyes soften. “Princess. What’s wrong?”
I shrug, keeping my tone light. “All the killings on campus have me on edge. I don’t want to be on their list next.”
He strokes my cheek. It takes everything in me not to flinch.
“I promise you’re not,” he says. “He won’t come near you.”
He stands, rubs his hands on his pants.
He would say that—because he might be the killer.
Three people on campus are dead: Elena, Shelby, Irek.
The only reason he might’ve spared Winter is because she’s my best friend. And the reason he attacked her was to send a message—because she told me he tricked me into marriage.
I shake my head.
This sounds insane.
But I know what I saw.
I know.
I’m not crazy.
I have PTSD—but not everything is a hallucination.
I straighten my spine. “How can you promise me something like that?”
His sage eyes lock onto mine, flat as a board. “Because I’ll never let any man get near you.”
How does he know it’s a man?
“You don’t think it’s a woman?”
