Chapter Twenty-Eight
He stops in front of me, and I recognize the prominent cheekbones on his face—a face contorted into a mask of fury.
It’s Nero.
He found me. Must’ve learned where I’d be from my voicemail. But he’s too late. If only—
“Are you hurt?” he demands. “What happened?”
Unable to form words, I shake my head.
Nero doesn’t seem satisfied with my laconic answer. Crouching next to me, he pats me down, as if looking for damage.
His gaze zeroes in on the puncture wounds on my neck.
“Who did this?” He sounds like a T-Rex defending his turf.
My adrenal glands come back to life, giving me the strength to croak out, “Lucretia. She was dead. Then she wasn’t. Gaius made her do that.” I nod toward Kevin’s body and feel a rush of dizziness.
“I’m taking you home,” Nero states as thou
