Jasper McGinley.
Murderer.
Chloe, his mate.
Psychopath.
I knew the stories.
Everyone knew.
McGinley had left enough blood behind him to make sure his name survived long after he didn’t.
And Chloe...
Fuck.
There were things people whispered about that woman that sounded exaggerated until you started digging and realized the truth was usually worse.
Those were Ella’s biological parents.
That mattered.
It had to matter.
I dragged both hands through my wet hair and tried to hold on to that thought.
Then I remembered the way she’d looked at me when I called her McGinley.
Not angry.
Not at first.
Wounded.
Like I’d found the exact place that hurt most and shoved a knife straight into it.
That was what f****d me up.
Because that had been the point.
I had wanted to hurt her. I’
