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At the man she’d trusted with every broken piece of herself.

At the man she loved.

Understanding settled over her like ice water. “But you knew he was going to die.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw.

Still, he said nothing.

And that was answer enough.

Horror flooded her.

“You absolute idiot.” The words burst from her. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She closed the distance between them. “If anyone connects you to this—”

Her voice cracked. Not with anger.

With fear.

An all-consuming fear.

“They’ll arrest you,” she wailed, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes. The idea of Ronan locked up … for her … it was inconceivable.

“Rather me than you.”

Just like that. Calm. Controlled.

Anger built, driving out the fear. “How?”

“I know people.”

“Know people,” she repeated.

“We were careful—”

“Careful. Careful!” Felicity started pacing. Figuring out damage control. “What did you use? A phone? Text messages? Email?”

“Felicity—”

“Did you meet with this person?”

Her mind was already racing ahead.

Connections. Timelines. Evidence. Witnesses.

“Fuck.” She dragged both hands through her hair. “Do you have any idea how many ways this could go wrong?”

Ronan remained maddeningly calm. “We covered our tracks.”

“We?” She spun toward him, latching on to the word again. “Who?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Ronan!”

“I won’t.”

She stared at him. At the stubborn set of his jaw. At the unwavering certainty in his eyes. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t worried. He’d already accepted the consequences.