𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
"Lucian, how the fuck did he end up here?" I kept staring at him, the words carved into his flesh fucking with my head.
"That's why I was trying to get hold of you. When you and Anna left, we went back inside and discovered that the fucker was gone."
My gaze cut to his. "What?"
"I dunno how. I dunno who. Jesus Christ."
Daniel slammed the door shut. "What the hell is going on, Anthony?"
My mind was struggling to make sense of what was going on. A half hour ago, Anna and I left Donovan's corpse back at the warehouse, yet here he was, in front of me, with a goddamn message.
"Anthony?" Daniel pressed. "What the fuck is this?"
I looked at Lucian, and he looked at me. We had come to the end of the road of our secret. What I feared would happen, did. Zoloft had managed to force me into a corner, and now I had no choice but, to tell the truth.
Trouble is knocking at the door.