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Dane looks down at his bandaged hand.

“That’s why people call me Killer Miller.” His voice is flat, like he doesn’t care.

But now I know him well enough to know exactly what that means.

He cares too much.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Dane.”

He reaches for his jacket. “I’ll still pay you.”

I blink. “What?”

“The hundred grand.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Contract stays the same financially. You don’t lose anything.”

Understanding hits me. And then I get furious. “You think I’m leaving.” He says nothing.

“Dane.”

“Wouldn’t blame you.”

I step in front of him. He moves sideways but I move with him.

“Stop.”

“You stop.”

“Lila.”

“No. You don’t get to decide I’m leaving, arrange my finances, and shove me out the door before I’ve said a word.”

His jaw tightens. “You saw me today.”

“I did.”

“You should’ve been scared.”

“I was.”

That stops him.

I step closer. “I was scared you were going to ruin your life over that asshole.” His eyes meet mine. “Not of you.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I know you stopped.”