I could survive a few more hours of this.
At least I hoped I could.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Henry
I took the final corner toward my house, not caring that the tires squealed or that I nearly hit a trash bin. Not after what I’d just learned.
I’d spent the entire drive back here trying to rationalize it. But I couldn’t. I should have trusted my gut the first time I saw Blake’s brand and noticed his strange reaction when I’d mentioned Victor had claimed Sarah was chosen. Instead, I’d convinced myself I was just looking for a villain now that Victor was dead when all along the villain was right fucking next to me.
And he played me.
Every break in this investigation came from Blake.
In reality, it was probably all just to steer me off course.
Now I didn’t know what was real or a bunch of lies.
All I did know was that Ariana was gone.
And I was going to make Blake pay.
The second I hit the brake, I threw the SUV into park and jumped out, ripping my gun from my holster as I stormed toward the pool house, flinging the door open.
Blake was asleep on the couch, Cato napping on the floor beside him. When he saw me walk in with my gun at the ready, he jumped to attention. I hushed him, silently moving toward Blake, my stomach roiling as I looked down at him. At this man I trusted for the past several years of my life.
And he betrayed me.
I could just put a bullet in him right now. But I wanted a fucking explanation. Wanted answers. Wanted him to beg for mercy.
And I wouldn’t give it to him.
I slowly brought the gun toward Blake and pressed it against his forehead. He immediately startled, his eyes flying open and meeting mine. A moment of disorientation flashed across his expression before he realized what had woken him up, his gaze widening even more.
“I’ll give you one chance to tell me the truth.”
“What are you talking about? What did you find in the stables?”
I barked out a laugh. “Like you don’t already know.”
“I don’t.”
I stared at him, studying his demeanor. His eyes remained locked with mine, his brows furrowed more in confusion than anything.
“Fine. I’ll play along.” I reached into my pocket and retrieved my cell. After pulling up the photo I took at the stable, I turned it toward him. “Look familiar?”
He inhaled a sharp breath, his eyes moving as they examined the photo.
“Care to tell me why that symbol was smeared in blood on the floor of the same stall where Ariana’s tracker was? The tracker you hid. And somehow this guy knew. How, Blake?”
“I don’t?—”
“Don’t say you don’t know,” I interrupted, shoving my phone back into my pocket. “I know you do!”
“I don’t!” He held up his hands. “I swear to you.”
“Then how do you explain this?” I ripped my knife from my pocket and brought it up to his shirt, slicing away the fabric to reveal the same symbol.
