CHAPTER FORTY TWO
ROXANNE
“I was eleven when I first killed someone,” Ryker said and gulped.
I watched his expression. It shifted from time to time. Firstly his eyes reflected pain, then anger and then his gaze was cold. I swallowed. “You don't have to talk about it.”
He shrugged his shoulders, “I've told you almost everything I need to tell you. There's no need to stop now.”
I chose my next question carefully. “How did you feel when you had your first kill?”
He laughed heartily and smiled at me.“Scared and excited.”
“You're so sick,” I teased.
He sighed. “My father gave me his dagger and told me ‘pick out any of the people you want dead’ and trust me there were quite a number of them that I wanted dead.”
I stared at him in silence. “You've had enemies since you were eleven?”
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