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After a few moments I realized that sound in my ears was the pounding of my pulse. I breathed out slowly, feeling sick. “It’s different with us,” he said more gently, guessing why I couldn’t speak. “How, exactly?” His voice turned vulnerable, almost boyish. “This time I know.” Shot through the heart. Bullet to the brain. Fall from a forty-story building. With that one sentence, he killed me in a dozen different ways. “Jax,” I breathed, trembling. “Oh God.” “It’s ancient history, Bianca. I’m over it. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it if you hadn’t asked.” His voice took on a brisk, brittle quality. “And I’m the one who offered this deal, remember? This was my idea. So don’t blame yourself for anything.” Oh, but I could. And I did. I blamed myself for ever thinking this would work, an
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