45. Playing With Fire

[LIZZY]

Sometimes I wish I could have done things differently. That if I had another take on life, I would have made fewer screw-ups and more rational choices.

These days, I can’t even recall the last time I got something right.

Seriously, it’s all a blur.

I wish I hadn’t been so stupidly naive back then, which eventually led me to put my trust in all kinds of wrong people. I mean, what the hell? Take Vector, for example.

That man is all sin and nothing holy. Everyone knows that.

But getting involved with him was only the tip of the iceberg. I willingly shot myself in the foot when I not only tried to run away from him but also kept a secret—a secret that would ultimately push him to reach for the gun in his nightstand drawer and finish me off.

But I’m not thinking about that when he is occupied looking at me with those intense, dark eyes of his, like he knows something I don’t. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, because if there’s even a teeny chance he can read my thoughts, I’m in