Chapter 29

VANCE

“No.”

Well shit.

“It’s fucking done, Mateo.”

There’s that hiss—the sound of air being sucked out of a man. Fury, helplessness. I picture him circling the floor, knuckles white. I can almost hear his shoes scuffing.

“You think this is love? You think she’ll survive you?”

“Probably not,” I say, glancing back at her. The light finds a bruise at the base of her throat—mine, or his, or fate. “But