Page 85 of Rogue

“You killed him,” I grind out.

“It was a bad plan. You’ve got a knack for them,” Jaxson fires back.

“I was going to question him.”

“He’s been on his cell phone this entire time. Calling for help. Seems like not only have you pissed off Hayden, but Novák’s out for blood as well. What did you do, sell him out too?”

One Prick. Two Pricks. However many, I’m prepared, with my fully loaded pistol and enough hatred to see things through. Like I said, I only need one of them to talk. And as far as selling Novák out . . . God, how I’d like to pop a bullet in Jaxson’s kneecap and wipe that smug smile off his face. But I don’t.

I . . . can’t.

“Why are you so damn sure I’m the traitor who exposed TORC?”

“Hayden has proof.”

“Hayden can go leap off a tall bridge. He’s got nothing . . .”

“What the hell, Kylie?” Jaxson says, his tone is steep with disappointment as he watches what is likely a hailstorm of uncontrollable emotions shift across my face. Disappointment. Anger. Hurt. An insurmountable amount of frustration.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I stare at him, feeling lost. Feeling alone. Would he even believe me if I told him who the real traitor is?

“It’s not how it seems.”

“Tell that to Hayden.” Jaxson takes a step closer, and I retreat a step backward.

“And you jumped on the opportunity to come to Paris and to make me pay.” Yeah, that hurts as well.

“Not before I get the answers I’m looking for.”

I suck in my bottom lip. His gaze drops. The air between us sparks to life. Shoot me or kiss me, damn it. Crazy thinking. But is anything about this situation not crazy? But he’s not ready to listen. No, the handsome jerk believes I betrayed him.

God, what’s happened to us?

“What’s happened to us?” he snarls, his tone incredulous.

Shit, I said it aloud.

“You.” He practically spits the word at me. “You, sweetheart. You happened.”

I’ve always been told anger will be my undoing. Never listened, but it’s true. Anger causes you to lose control. And with Jaxson, I’m already off to a head start.

I bring my face in close and snarl, “You’re the one who started thisthing. But I’ll be the one who’ll be ending it.” Damn you. Damn you for distrusting me.

Something flickers within his beautiful blue eyes. Sadness? It’s hard to tell because everything is blurred by my furious tears.

“Crocodile tears? Nice try, but they won’t work on me.”

I inhale and smell the familiarly aching scent of mint on his breath.

He’s so close, his lips a hair’s breath away. Like he wants to kiss me. His body tenses, his nostrils flare, his heart quickens in tempo with mine. He wants to, I can feel it.

Yeah, kissing him will get me nowhere fast.

We’re officially over. More over than when he was dead.

I notch up my chin, growing more livid by the second. Yet he has to know.