AMANDA
I shouldn’t have come back.
I let out a slow breath, my fists clenching at my sides. I should do what he asked. I should walk in there, let them see the wounds on my arms, the exhaustion in my eyes, and tell them what they want to hear.
I should lie.
Because that’s all I have left now, isn’t it?
I can’t tell them the truth—that I handed over that list. That I struck a deal with the same monster who put Ashton in the ground, barely breathing. That I let Theodus touch me, whisper in my ear, dig his claws into my mind like he still f*****g owns me.
I swallow hard, forcing back the sick, clawing guilt in my throat. The Crescent boys put their lives on the line for me. Again. And how do I repay them? By handing Theodus exactly what he wanted.
However, it’s my mother.
My mother.
