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I didn’t know the gaping hole in my chest could get any bigger until the moment I heard Timothy say he wasn’t releasing my sister. Now every time my heart thumps, it feels like it’s only half working, half supporting my body. I’m disoriented and confused. I did everything he asked.

I betrayed Markus, brought the video, endured pain, fear, and humiliation, and I’m still no closer to finding her. Thankfully, Markus showed up when he did. Part of me knew he had to be following me while the other hoped he wasn’t.

Utter defeat overtook me when Timothy said he would be in touch. I won’t lie. Part of me wanted to die. I knew my sister was going through a fate much worse than I, and even after all I’ve done, she was still going to continue to endure the poor treatment. It was a slap in the face.

Arriving back at the penthouse, Markus holds me in his arms and carries me to the elevator, holding me to his chest, cradling me like a baby, and only releasing me once we’re safe inside the protective walls of his apartment.

He places me on the couch, and the loss of warmth from his body makes me shiver. I tuck my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my body. I hate myself right now. Hate that I have him here. That I am protected and safe while Amelie is still out there. Markus sits beside me, his penetrating gaze moving over my body like he has x-ray vision.

“Did you look at what was on the thumb drive?” His voice is deep, like a canyon with jagged peaks.

I nod my head. “I saw Victoria. She looks like me.”

Somberness creeps into his features. “That’s how he knew I would want you. You’re the spitting image of each other. Beautiful, blonde, and a smile that lights up the room.”

It was a bit shocking to see how much we resembled each other, and it hurt to know that he only bought me because I looked like her… a ghost of his past.

My throat tightens. “I’m sorry, Markus. I didn’t want to leave. Aren’t the police going to come for you now? With those images out there, surely, he’s going to hand it over to them.”

Markus’s thick brows furrows. “I thought you watched the video?”

“I only looked at the pictures on the drive. I was afraid to watch the video. I didn’t want…”

“The image you have of me inside your head to change?” he finishes my thought.

I nod my head and look away shamefully. It’s a complete contradiction for me not to watch the video. I know the type of man he is and have experienced it firsthand. Still, I don’t want to see him in a worse light than I already do. The thought of him killing a woman that looks just like me makes me want to run away instead of seeking comfort in his arms.

Markus shoves off the couch and disappears down the hall. I sit up a little straighter, wondering what he’s doing. A few moments later, he returns with a laptop in his hands. I stare at him, a bit puzzled.

He sits back down beside me and opens the laptop, placing it on the edge of the coffee table. My stomach twists, a knot forming there. I know what he’s doing. He’s going to make me watch the video, make me see him in a different light.

“Markus,” I whisper.

He turns to me, his eyes pleading, and shakes his head. His fingers move over the keys as he types his password into the computer and navigates to the files. Maybe it’s for the best that I see the video. Perhaps then I can be reminded of the sinister man he is. A couple more clicks and a video pops up. It’s grainy, not of the best quality, but you can make out Victoria perfectly.

Her face is bright and joyful. She seems to be calling out to someone, her lips moving. My heart skips a beat in my chest, knowing that something bad is about to happen. All the joy in her face disappears, and she looks down at the ground. In the next instant, a car pulls up.

You can see it in the corner of the video. A second later, shots are fired, and Victoria hits the ground. Markus rushes to her side, clutching her to his chest, but it’s too late. She’s gone. Nothing can bring her back, and it’s obvious from his anguished face that he knows this.

In the matter of one single second, he fractures, the despair in his eyes, the loss. I can tell that this single moment shaped him into the man he is today. He loved her. She wasn’t just a friend. She was something to him, and when he lost her, he lost a piece of himself.

The video ends, the screen going black.

My throat tightens, and I feel tears prick at my eyes. I’m in love with a man who is still holding onto the ghost of a woman that looks just like me.

Markus closes the laptop and turns toward me. There is a chip in his armor, and I can see right inside, see into the good parts of him, the person he hides from the rest of the world, that he covers up with pain, despair, and bloodshed.

“She was the only person I ever loved…” His voice is gravelly, broken, and I want to take him into my arms and tell him everything will be okay, but will it be? I suddenly can’t breathe when our gazes collide. I’m suffocating in his grief, drowning in it. “Losing her… it hurt so bad. It felt like someone ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped it into the ground.” He presses a fist against the organ thundering in his chest.

“It’s because of me that she died, and I’ve never allowed myself to forget it. Her memory haunts me, the words I spoke to her just seconds before she was viciously taken from me.” His liquid amber eyes shimmer. “She would still be here if she hadn’t gone out looking for me that day. If I’d been a better man, who didn’t get involved in crime.”

I can see him slipping into the past, filtering through his thoughts. Part of me feels that I should reason with him and tell him you never know what the future holds, but I know all too well about guilt. Wondering if you had made a different choice, would the outcome be the same or different.

Instead of giving him some mediocre bullshit sob-filled paragraph, I say to him what no one has probably ever said to him. Reaching for his hands, he lets me gently clasp them in mine. It’s almost like he too needs the comfort and touch of another human in this moment.

“I know you won’t believe me, but it wasn’t your fault. It really wasn’t. We all make choices, and she made a choice to come and find you that day. It was a wrong place, wrong time kind of thing. Neither of you could’ve expected it to end the way it did.”

I can visibly see his chest heaving, his mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. I understand why he chose me, why he never hurt me even though he could have. He was reliving a memory, but I turned out to be someone else entirely.

I’m not her, and he knows that.

Reality slowly seeps back into him, and after a second, he tugs his hands away from mine. I wince at the loss of his touch. He makes me feel secure and safe, and without him, I’m in a constant tailspin of fear.

His jaw clenches, and he looks like he wants to apologize, but that’s not Markus. He doesn’t say sorry. “I let myself love once before in my life, and I promised never to love another the day that I lost her. Love is fragile, and I don’t have it in me to endure another loss.”

I know what he’s saying, and the point of his words pierces my heart.

He will never allow himself to love another, including me. It hurts to hear him say it, and I wish things were different, but it’s for the best. At least, it isn’t that he isn’t capable of loving me. He just chooses not to, and now I understand why.

“I understand,” I whisper, letting him know I get what he is saying. He stares at me for a long second, his gaze holding me in place.

I can see the turmoil-filled battle beneath the surface.

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He’s afraid of getting hurt, but he doesn’t know that losing him now would gut me, leaving me to bleed out on the cold ground.

This might have started as someone else’s revenge, but it’s ending as something entirely different for us. Something neither one of us can stop from happening, no matter how much we wish we could.