She looked away, "I'm okay." But I knew she wasn't. "Babe, please talk to me." I grabbed her hand with mine. "What do you want me to say? I'm done playing Devin's games. I'm done letting him have the upper hand and hurt and kill people. Is that what you want to hear? Or do you want to hear my plan? When I catch him, and I will, I'm going to make everything he's ever done look like child's play. He will wish he was never born and beg for death, but I won't give it to him…not for a while anyway."
Her voice was cold as she spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. "Or do you want me to talk to you about grandpa pollo?" she started again before I could say anything. "Do you want to know how I feel about his death? His death is on my hands. I'm the one that killed Scarlett. The guilt I am feeling
