#Chapter206
‘I’ll have Jackson and Mico come out and take him to be cremated. You can have his ashes if you want them.’ Alexi sounds like he always does, unemotional and just cold, but his suggestion isn’t so. He’s offering me some sort of console in a way he knows how. Maybe he doesn’t feel anything about Feral dying, or even know how to sound like he has any empathy, but I do, and he’s trying to be what I need him to be right now. He’s acting as if I matter. He’s trying to show he can care, in his own way.
It’s not the man I know … It’s the man who took care of me when I was in shock that night Santagato’s man tried to take me—the man who took care of sick Camilla when she spiked a fever. It’s the man who climbed into my heart, despite myself, showed me hints of someone else and enabled the sadistic in him to ruin me.
I tip my chin up, feeling him move back, so I can look at him and try to dry my tears as I swallow down the mess going off inside of me.
