“Okay, but… if you can’t trust me, why are you telling me allof this? Don’t drag it out. Don’t torture me. If you’re going tokill me, just kill me.”
I curl my fingers around her delicate wrists and bend down somy face is only inches away, forcing her to look me in theeyes. “I don’t kill people for no reason.”
“You killed that man tonight,” she says. “In the middle of ourdinner.”
“Then I must’ve had a reason.”
She scoffs. “How could you have had a reason? We weretalking, having a good time, and then you got up and left. Youwere only gone a few minutes when I followed. What couldhave happened in a few minutes to be worthy of death?”
“He was spying on us. On me,” I say. “After I warned his bosswhat would happen if I caught his men doing exactly that. Theba
