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I didn't expect Fenrick to believe us outright.
To his credit, he didn't scoff or accuse. He just sat there in that stiff-backed chair with his fingers steepled together.
"So," he said after a long pause, "Lucien's doppelgänger tried to kill you, failed to finish the job. When you came to, you were in the back of a truck. Miraculously, your brush with death must have awoken your dormant abilities and you killed the driver—who was also a demon then fled?"
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. Lucien sat beside me on the bed, squeezing one of my hands comfortingly.
Fenrick's gaze shifted to him, then back to me. "Why?"
Why hadn't they finished the job?
I'd expected that question from a sceptic like Fenrick.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe they were in a hurry or maybe
