Chapter Twenty
Despite the tension that filled the room, I felt my own emotion bubbling to the surface—anger. Oh yeah, I was mad. Don’t get me wrong. I had no allusions why Morgan and Natalie had been so forthcoming with the details of Parker’s murder. They intended to kill me and likely Arch as well. Since I had nothing to lose, I asked the question I had come for, one they had not yet answered. At least, not to my satisfaction. In the end, it was the only answer that mattered.
“Why?”
Morgan looked at me, flat, soulless eyes boring into mine, lips pulled into a tight unforgiving line. While she wasn’t completely devoid of emotion, what consumed her far more disconcerting. Bitterness. After everything she’d done, she’d found no comfort. No solace.
It was Natalie who replied, “Why? Have
