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And just like that, I walked away from my twin brother.

“Indigo!”

THIRTEEN

INDI

“There.”I slammed the packed box down in the trunk of Haze’s car. Kush meowed, rubbing along my legs. “I know. I miss him too.”

It had been a few weeks since everything happened with Haze and Mary-Jane. After we escaped, we ended up in the hospital being treated for our wounds. The police questioned us, and together, we decided to tell them everything. Well…noteverything. Mary-Jane respected my one request to keep my relationship with Haze a secret. Instead, we simply explained that he was an overprotective big brother.

After speaking to us, the police searched the apartment, but there was no sign of Haze. Kush and I stayed with Mary-Jane until I could find a new place. Today was the first day I had been back here since everything happened. I slammed the trunk shut and carried the overweight cat back into the apartment. It didn’t feel right being here alone.

Kush jumped from my arms and ran to Haze’s room. “Kush!” I followed him to see a plate of brownies and a folded piece of paper. I grabbed the plate and picked up the note. “How—” The front door closed, and I jumped. “Hello?” I ran out into the living room, carrying the items. “Hello?” I looked around, frightenedby what, or who, I might find. I crept through the apartment, searching, but there was no one there.

What the fuck?

I plopped down on the couch, placing the plate and note on the coffee table, and held my head, staring down at the old blood pool from when Mary-Jane stabbed Haze. Kush jumped onto the coffee table trying to eat the brownies. “Hey!” I gently shoved him over. “You don’t need those.” He stepped on the TV remote and turned it on as the news played.

“According to authorities, local murderer and well known social media star, Haze Osvaldo, is still on the run. Police have confirmed he is responsible for the brutal and gruesome death of Carter Harris, saying he murdered the wealthy man to protect his twin sister, Indigo Osvaldo.” My cheeks burned. “Investigators believe the talented baker turned killer suspected the Harris family heir of domestic violence, taking justice into his own hands. Police are tracking his last known whereabouts but have little to lead off. They are asking all local residents to report any suspicious activities.”

I picked up the folded piece of paper and gasped. It was Haze’s handwriting, confirming that he was here.

You may have left me, Indi, but I will never leave you.

You’re mine, little sis.