"I don't need your help." This is crazy. Why did they let him stay here with me? Do they really think it's a good idea to keep him near me? When did they start trusting vigilantes like him? I furrowed my brows. Cole is just sitting across the room. He's acting like we're friends or something."Looks like I don't need to say it anyway. It's in your head, isn't it?" He's talking about the deal he's been blabbing about. Apparently, he believes I'm a baby who needs daddy's protection. Well, screw that. I don't need his protection. I don't need a serial killer protecting me. That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow.I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath
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