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Her eyes, my lie

Author: Parker Bradds
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-21 00:49:41

Matias POV

“There’s blood on your hands.” Her voice is quiet fragile, almost like she doesn’t want to say the words out loud. Like the sound of them might change something between us, something irreversible.

I look down slowly. Red. Dried in patches across my palms, beneath my nails, streaked like paint across my skin. It was the blood of one of my men I had touched earlier, I had been too angry to even notice.

I don’t answer right away. I feel it again, that glint I saw earlier in her eyes. Suspicion. Doubt.

It coils in my gut like something alive. Her gaze stays on me, searching.

And for the first time in years, ..God—I stutter. “No… no, it’s not what you think.”

Her brows draw closer. She doesn’t say anything, and I know I only have seconds to speak, seconds before the moment stretches into something I can’t fix.

“I was driving earlier,” I say carefully, voice low but not cold, just rough, “and there was this guy on the road. He’d gotten into an accident. Bad one. Bleeding out
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