Page 113 of My Fallen Saint

Alex justified the kill because he loved me. And he left for the same reason, because he had to protect me.

The only question left is what to do about Devlin, the man born of the boy. A man who loves me, too.

I know he does because he called me El at the racetrack and again when he came to Brandy’s house. And I know how deep that love goes because once again he’s willing to walk away because he believes that will keep me safe.

And then there’s the most important thing of all—I love him, too. I never stopped loving him.

But is that enough?

My phone rings, and I snatch it up, irritated when I see that the caller is Roger—and realize I’d been hoping for Devlin.

“I’ve been expecting your call,” he says. “When are you coming back?”

“I’m not,” I say, without hesitating. And that’s the moment I realize I’ve made my decision. I’m choosing Devlin.

I’m choosing love.

“Listen, I have to go. If you have to fire me, I’ll deal, but I’d rather work from LA. But we’ll have to talk later, because right now, there’s somewhere else I need to be.”

And then, without waiting for him to answer, I end the call.

It’s time to go see Devlin.

But first, I really need to shower.