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Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

He pushed the folder away, laid me on the table, and kissed the dip between my breasts.“I want to start with you.”

Hanson had taken the lead on my mother’s murder which I expected since he’d been her partner when she died. He was also still the lead on, The Chameleon Killer investigation, so when he offered to keep me in the loop, I thanked him profusely. I also managed to cry like I was supposed to beside her grave. I’d stared around at the agents and stifled a laugh as I watched Cain pretend to be a janitor in the distance. If they only knew. I deserved an award for that performance.

Did I have guilt now that she was gone? No. She was a threat, as Cain would say, and threats needed to be eliminated.

Did I miss her? No. I missed what I thought we could have. I missed the fantasies of a mother-and-daughter relationship filled with love and respect. Those were things she’d never given me, things she never planned on giving me. Cain had released the beast that had always lived inside my mind. The one I never wanted to acknowledge made me different from everyone else. Cain would tell me that I was his spark, his sunshine, and he was the thing in the darkness. But to me, I felt as if we lived somewhere between the sunshine and the darkness, like a delicate and dangerous ballet.

I’d managed to talk Cain into traveling to England to meet my dad. The only way he’d agree to go was if we bought our own yacht and sailed there. Apparently, he’s really not into airports or planes. He said he doesn’t like people enough to sit in a sardine can for hours. I’d never been on a yacht before and was looking forward to the upcoming trip and alone time with him. I prayed that my dad liked him and got Cain to promise to be on his best behavior, but there was always a hint of worry when it came to Cain.

Cain and Abel were still not speaking. I had to admit that I was shocked and thought that the feud would only last a few days. As the days stretched into weeks, I secretly worried about what not having Cain in Abel’s life would lead Abel to do. Now part of my day was spent monitoring him and ensuring the if he slipped and made a mess, I was there to cover it up.