Seventy Six.

Lilah

I could hear him. I could hear every single word that was coming out of his mouth, but I was speechless. Usually I had an answer for everything, but not this time.

Betrayed. Sad, Angry. Annoyed. I felt them all. It was worse than when he claim clean about his relationship with Kaitlin.

Colt’s hand keeps waving in front of my face. His fingers clicked, he called my name, trying to snap me out of this trance I had fallen in.

“Me?” I mutter after what felt like forever. “You stopped because of me?”

“Yes.”

“If I had never chosen you, would you have stopped?” I was trying to make sense of it. Trying to get answers for the gaps in his story.

It’s his turn to be quiet. He sits back on his heels, crouched in front of me. His bright cobalt blue eyes pleading with me.

“When my father died, yes.”

“If my parents hadn't plotted against him. He would still be alive.” It just didn't sound right. What if everything had been different?

“But he isn’t Lilah and I haven’t killed any half-breeds for