All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

If I gave an unintelligible statement, it’d only make the mafia target me—and Reina.

For some reason, I think they’ve kept away because they figured she lost her memories and said nothing about them to the police.

If she does remember, it’ll be a direct threat to her life.

Still, she needs to get herself off of Detective Daniels’ radar.

He doesn’t know her as much as I do, so he has no idea she absolutely doesn’t have what it takes to end a life. She only does it from afar, like with Ari.

Ending a life takes something more than courage and determination. It takes a black heart and a desolate soul.

To my fucking dismay, the new Reina doesn’t have that.

I halt at the entrance as I turn on the flashlight. Reina lies in a fetal position on the ground, eyes closed and face camouflaged by her hair.

My breathing stops as I wait for the rise and fall of her shoulder—for evidence that she’s alive.

When it does move, my feet run of their own volition, like that day when all I thought about was her safety.

Once again, that’s all I think about.

I try to tell my pulse to stay the fuck down, but it’s not listening to me. I direct the light at her face as I crouch in front of her.

“Reina?” My movements are slow as I push a strand of blond hair off her face.

Her brows are furrowed together, mouth twisting in agony. Her eyes are shut so tight, it appears painful.

Something snaps in my chest, a feeling I never wanted to experience after those years in high school.

When I thought she was the only one for me.

“Open your fucking eyes, Reina.”

She mumbles something under her breath. I lean over to hear her, but it’s not making sense. She’s speaking in a foreign language.

Is that Russian?

“R-Rai…Rai…”

Who the fuck is Rai?

Reina and her endless secrets just keep mounting over the years.

I place an arm under her pale, bare thighs and the other around her back to carry her in my arms.

She fits so perfectly, like she was made for my hands. She was made for me.

I watch the furrowing of her brows as her head drops against my chest. She looks so fragile right now, so soft, like the girl I saw for the first time after she disappeared when we were twelve. It was the first time I decided I liked that girl, the first time I thought about kissing a girl.

She was Gareth’s only daughter, so I’d met her before, but I had never felt the need to come closer to her like when she returned. There was something changed about her. Something more exotic, raw, and…broken.

I realize that now. I was attracted to the broken side of her before I even knew what the fuck that was.

When Alexander said we were to be engaged, I thought I’d hit the jackpot.

If it hadn’t been for her cold, aloof reaction.