That still remained to be seen, but what I wasn’t was the girl that let life dictate how I should live, what was right and wrong, and who I should love. Cain was mine. I was his, and I’d die to protect that. I’d die to protect him and what we have, and I knew he would do the same.

Epilogue

KIRBY

As I walked the long corridor to the main office area, my heels clicked. I had a newfound power inside of me. I found myself more confident, and people sensed it. As I strode through the hall, the mass of people seemed to be moved by a magical hand. It felt like I owned them. My dark navy coat fluttered out behind me, and I knew I belonged. I’d found my calling, and just needed to put the final pieces in place.

I was in the midst of planning our wedding, which Cain found amusing and unneeded but agreed to do for me. Holding out my hand, I smiled as I stared at the stunning diamond and amethyst engagement ring. It amazed me that the man that could easily take a life could also be so thoughtful and sweet. The house was always filled with purple flowers, he knew exactly how I liked my bath, brought me a muffin and coffee a day from Mode, and he never missed a dinner. I was starting to think that everyone needed a Cain in their life.

Cain was encouraging me to take the bull by the horns. Today that was exactly what I was going to do. It was time the FBI promoted me, and I was no longer ashamed or worried about what anyone thought. It was time that I formally introduced myself to my father.

Our conversation about my idea crossed my mind as I marched along the hallways.

“I don’t understand why you want me to kill these guys,” Cain said as he looked through the folder I’d given him.

“Because these guys are the kind of guys I’m fine with you killing.” He lifted a single brow at me, and I instantly wanted to kiss the look off his face.

“What is this? You want to turn me into Dexter?”

I smiled and then laughed. “Yes, I like that. Cain, you’re the apex predator. Why not prove it? Random people are easy and mundane,” I’d said, and his eyes flared at the challenge. “These guys are a challenge, more worth your time and exceptional skill. Besides, they are the type to think they are better than you, and wouldn’t it be entertaining to prove that they’re not?”

“You’re sweet talking me, but it’s working,” he said.

“Alright then, who do you want to start with first,” I asked and sat down on his lap.