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“Oh,” I say. “Hey, Vincent, is there anybody in your family that’s not a total badass?”

“Not really.” He drops his shirt and holds out his hand. “Now, get up,” he says again, “and tell me why Trevor shot you.”

CHAPTER 31

ANNA

“Sorry, Anna.” Trevor walks into my room. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I turn to wipe away the lingering tears in my eyes. “It’s all right,” I say, quietly sniffing. “I didn’t hear you knock.”

“I didn’t, actually,” he says. “I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d come check the house to make sure no one was scoping it out. I saw your car outside… Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” I take a breath. “Still just a little on-edge, I guess.”

“I can see that.” He steps forward, studying my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say, swallowing the last few tears.

Trevor continues closer. “You know, Anna, I’m feeling like a broken record here, but I’m here for you. Always will be.”

“And I appreciate that. I do. You’re a good friend, Trev.”

His face twitches. “Anna, I wa⁠—”

My phone rings and I reach into my pocket to answer it. “It’s my brother. Hold on.” I turn around. “Hey, Vincent. I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon. Something came up⁠—”

“Don’t react,” Vincent says, his voice sharp and cold. “Clear your throat if Trevor is with you.”

I haven’t heard my brother sound this serious in years, but I let my training kick in, keeping my expression casual and soft.

I clear my throat.

“Get away from him,” he says.

I chuckle lightly. “What’s Charlotte done now?”

“He shot Milo.”

My heart stops. I keep it all inside, using every bit of strength I have not to look at Trevor. “What?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“He framed Milo for the mob murders. He’s your killer, Anna. Get away from him.”

“That’s not…”

My curiosity betrays me, and I look at him. Trevor stares at me with that same boyish smile he’s had since day one. For the first time, I look into his eyes and feel a sinister intent behind them.

But he was so nice. So thoughtful.

He was the perfect gentleman.

“Is she okay?” I ask.

“He’s alive,” Vincent answers. “But he’s in bad shape. Where are you?”

“I’m just—” I swallow the lump building in my throat. “I’m at the house, picking up a few things.”

“Are you alone with him?”