“So you don’t believe he loves her?”
“To the contrary.I do.But I don’t believe he loves you or Larissa.”
“There’s a shocker.I’ve known that since the beginning.He was horrible to us.”
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
I open my mouth and then close it.Is it really the time to mention that my father wasn’t much nicer to us?
Right now I need his help.
“Find out about Rogan, Hannah,” he continues.“I have a duty to our people.If Rogan is behind those murders—”
“He’s not.”
“And you know this how?”
“Rogan’s not a killer.”
“Fine.Then prove it.And donotgive Richard the information.You bring it straight to me.”
I was going to anyway, but I don’t give my father the satisfaction of the reply.
“Anything else?”I say snidely.
“No.I’ll be in touch.”
I end the call and toss the burner phone onto the bed.
Rogan stands across the room, staring at me with those penetrating green eyes.
“Rogan,” I say.
“What?”
“I’m going to ask you this once, and I want the truth.As your mate.”
He walks toward me, sits down on the bed next to me.
I’m hyperaware of his presence.I need to find out how he healed me, why I’m not in pain, but that will wait.
“What is it?”he asks.
“Did you kill those two vampires?”
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Silence.
Only silence.
When I’m quite sure Rogan isn’t going to answer my question, he finally opens his mouth.
“I can’t lie to you, Hannah.”
Already I know this is serious.He doesn’t often call me by my name.I wait, my lips parted.I wait for him to tell me that no, he didnotkill those vamps.
He didnot.