Was there really no one in this world who would love me back?
I bent my head over the counter and let the sobs come.
Then I felt Darius behind me.
He folded me into his chest the same way he had in the closet, one wide palm cupping the back of my head, hiding even my face from the room.
"You're covered," he murmured against my ear, voice so low it was almost a breath. "They can't see you. Use my shirt. I don't care."
A pause. Then, quieter still:
"And from where I'm standing, this isn't the moment to finish the kill."
He was right. I knew he was right.
I wiped my face on his collar and turned back to his brothers. I could not meet their eyes. I stared at Damian's boots instead.
"You said you needed evidence on Catherine."
"Yes." His answer was instant.
"Then put the cameras back
