“I told you not to make me ask.”
I reconciled myself to telling her everything on the long drive here. If this is ever going to work, she needs to know. And if she doesn’t want anything to do with me after she knows . . .
My stomach clenches at the thought.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed, but I don’t dare reach out to touch her. “That day I walked into your shop for the first time?”
“Yeah,” she says with wariness.
“I was there for a videotape.” I meet her gaze. “And maybe to kill you.”
FORTY-NINE
IVY
I’ve never felt so many different emotions for one person over the course of an evening.
It quickly began with the overwhelming urge to vomit, as Sebastian described, in great detail, how he followed me, studied me and, after searching Ned’s house top to bottom for this video, decided to befriend me.
I flew straight for my case, tearing out the foam inset to run my fingers over the interior. Feeling the sticky residue left by the duct tape that Sebastian says held that damned video in place.
I can’t believe Ned would put it there for me to find.
I can’t believe Ned tried to blackmail someone to get out of his financial hole.
He got himself killed because of it.
He almost got me killed because of it, although I still can’t believe he ever thought it would come to this point.
I don’t know what to do with this reality yet. I can’t ever tell Ian. He’ll go back to hating his father all over again, and I don’t want him to feel that way toward Ned.
And then Sebastian went on to explain how his assignment was done, but how he didn’t want to leave, both because he wasn’t sure that I would be safe and because he just didn’t want to leave me. Because he had grown attached to me. I fought against the swell in my chest. I’m still fighting against it, because it’s not right.
It can’t be right.
At least all his strange, guarded behavior now makes sense.
Turns out I did need a bodyguard.
Only Sebastian isn’t a bodyguard.
“So, what exactly do you call yourself?”
“I don’t call myself anything.” His deep, cool voice fills the darkness in the room. “I just do my job.”
I peer down at those hands. Hands that have been all over my body so many times. Hands that have made me so happy.
Hands that have ended lives, and not just as a soldier at war.
As a calculated hunter.
“And that job is to kill people?”
“Sometimes. Yes.” I feel his eyes on my face. They’ve been there this entire conversation, weighing my every reaction, my every word. “Only when it’s necessary. And only when killing them saves lives.”
“Why kill Ned, then?”
He hesitates. “I didn’t kill your uncle, Ivy.”
“But you know who did. You knew all along and you lied to me.”
“It was safer for you not to know.”
Because the guy was following us. I shudder. At the club. At the store, the day Sebastian “walked into a wall” and cut his lip. In Ned’s house. No wonder Sebastian was sitting by the window with a gun. No wonder his gaze was always on everything around us. No wonder he wouldn’t let me out of his sight.
My throat grows thick with a sizable knot. “And now?”
“Now . . . they got what they deserved. Both for what they did to Royce and your uncle, and for the things they’ve done to others. They won’t be a problem for you.”
I turn to look at him. “Did you . . .” I let my voice drift. Do I even want to know? Is knowing this safe for me, given who he is, what he is? “Don’t answer that.” Maybe they did deserve it. I don’t even know how to begin wrapping my head around that.
The only thing I’m sure of right now is that when Sebastian strolled into Black Rabbit and settled that deep, dark gaze on me, he knew that there was a chance he’d have to kill me.
And he still charmed me with his smile and his looks. Made me care about him.
How can I possibly ever forgive that? How can I trust him again?
I can’t.