las

he scent of antiseptic and Killian's

charity case. That's all she'd ever been-something Killi

s world, do you?" I said, letti

l, crossing my arms. "St

hool. Me, holding her down. The compass in my hand. The glint of the needl

ually. "He thought it was hilari

her face, leaving it

"About your depression. How you used to slice up your arms for attention.

yes, the shift from shock

isper. "Killian was in my bed. We were celebrating the funding for th

e fruit knife on her meal tray. Bu

hant smile stretching my lips. "He wants to

ht, tears, a sat

, her gaze unnervingly s

fight* for him. Her easy surrender felt l

rage, I shov

sickening thud. Her head cracked against the metal leg of the nigh

rf

hand, right over the old scar, enjoying the

opened.

y face transforming int

ing a trembling finger at the knife

bedspread, rang. The screen lit up. T

is Mark from the County Clerk's office. I'm calling to

s a brie

filed for an Elena Ramos and a Killian Emerson. Acc