Chapter 44
Watching his body fall happened in slow motion, my heart thundering in my ears.
My own legs gave out, Boston and Presley both diving to catch me before I hit the ground.
Sobs wracked my body, but they weren’t from grief; they were from relief.
That was the feeling overwhelming me right now. The man who had tortured me for so much of my life, who had threatened to tear away everything I loved, was dead.
“I shot my father.”
My whole body trembled as the adrenaline of the moment ebbed from my body, and true realization dawned. “I shot my father.”
“No, you didn’t,” Sinclair said, reaching out to cup my cheek with his strong, reassuring hand.
Confusion flooded me. “I…didn’t?”
“In a few hours, there’ll be no trace that anything happened here,” Dacre said, nodding to Boston and Presley to lead me inside the house. “The cameras are off, the staff are gone. There’s no record of anything. The only people who know what happened here are the five of us.”
“I didn’t see you shoot anyone, Sass,” Presley said quietly from my left. His fingers gripped my elbow, his other hand holding mine as he helped me over the threshold into the house.
“I didn’t see it either,” Sinclair said over his shoulder, his concerned eyes never leaving me.
“There was nothing to see,” Dacre added.
I glanced at Boston on my right, worry still coursing through me that at any minute we’d hear sirens in the distance, and I’d be hauled away in handcuffs.
Boston leaned in, pressing his lips to my temple. “I won’t let them take you anywhere. Because you did exactly what you needed to do to save yourself.”
I nodded.
I’d done what I had to do to save us all.