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“How do you know this?”
The jeep accelerates, like he can’t get to our destination fast enough. “Trust me, it’s him.”
“I do trust you,” I whisper. “But I need to understand how you know this. Why would he murder these girls?” I swallow. “Why does he want to kill me?”
He laughs, but it’s strained. “Besides the fact that he’s fucking crazy?” His expression turns grim. “To teach me a lesson.”
That doesn’t help clear anything up.
“Teach you a lesson about what?”
“Going against him.” He pounds the steering wheel with his fist. “Everything that man does is a sick, twisted game, Aspen. He gets off on the control and trapping people. He enjoys stealing every ounce of power from you and leaving you helpless…right before he kills you.”
“How do you know this?”
His features twist with revulsion. “Because he’s been doing it all my life.”
I’m trying to co
“Goddamnit, Stray.” He makes a sharp left and turns into the parking lot of the bus station. “He killed my mom. After he spent years beating the shit out of her…us.” The engine cuts off. “Now, go…before he does the same to you.”
Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to listen to him and run away so I can protect myself.
But I can’t…not until I know everything.
I place my hand on top of his. “Tell me what happened, Knox.”
His glare is ominous. “I just did.”
“I need details.”
Because something tells me he’s never told a soul about any of this.
He’s kept everything locked up tight until it turned him into a cold and unfeeling shell of someone he never got the chance to become.
The hard angles of his face strain with rage, and for a moment I think he’s going to open the door and push me out…
But he doesn’t.