28. Cyrus

This is a complete and utter fuck up. She was never meant to know it was me. I took one too many chances.

I’ve done my best to keep my distance. Followed every order. Allowed the other Rogues to form their own impression of me. It’s mostly wrong, but not all of it.

I am dangerous.

Too much of me is tainted to ever be made into a good man. So why did I follow her when she placed her hand in mine?

My brain tells me I need to work out who sabotaged the lights first. Make my excuses and leave. Except all I can see is Mireille. I’ve adored her body enough in the dark to form an image in my head for when I stand alone in silence.

Her bare, womanly shape was more enticing and beautiful than I’d dared to imagine, except she’s covered in blood. Blood I spilled, a painfully familiar sight.

Ryan and Sven, have I killed them? Do I even care considering how they were behaving? Not really.

She opens her door and guides me back into her tiny little room. “Come in,” she whispers, the slight trem