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I never stop looking at Vincent I can’t takeeven as he tries to keep theain His hands are squeezed together into fists "I don’t understand it, Vincent I don’t knohat that e debt"

"Neither did Ja batter into the waffle iron I watch him work and then when he’s done, he closes the lid and pushes a button before turning back to htly calmer than he did, but he’s still very tense

"It means he owed One his life He owed One his loyalty He owed One everything So every time One came to hi faster now "What did he say yes to?"

"VengeanceTorture And…" The waffle iron beeps and he turns to flip it over

"And what else?"

"And… he kept secrets Secrets One had Secrets that need to be told"

I wait for Vincent to elaborate, but he keeps his back to h to change my mind about him"

"That’s because you have no details, Miss Tate" He turns his attention back to e the hearts and minds"

"He told me he killed hundreds of people He told me all this But I’m a killer too You know that I’m not innocent I keep secrets I have lots of secrets Secrets about very bad men"

"James Fenici is the worst of all those very bad men, Harper The worst"

"What secrets then? If the devil’s in the details, then give me details"

Vincent lifts the waffles out of the waffle iron with a fork and plops them down on a plate The delicious s It feels surreal He spreads some butter over the little checkered pattern in the pastry, then dribblesof powdered sugar and he flicks that over the syrup until it’s coated in white specks

He walks the plate over to s through the roo one out for me

"Thank you" I take the fork and cut a little piece of waffle off as he leans over the counter and watches I bring it toin front of him stirs me My sex throbs for a aze is trained onto eat?"

The sht up a bit "Feed rin that row