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pet store. It’s so beautiful, so over the top gorgeous with its brilliant feathers that it’s almost magical.
    “Remember when we used to talk about surfing our way through South America?” Danny says from over my shoulder. “I brought my board. If you want to go out later, we could swap out. I hear there’s a good break not far from town.”
    I glance at him, too stunned by the suggestion to form a response.
    “Just because you’re here to kill people doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time, too,” he says, mouth curving in a lopsided smile.
    I shake my head. “This isn’t a game.”
    “I know it’s not,” he says, smile fading. “It’s not a game, and if you get caught with that gun, you could spend eight years in jail.”
    My lips part, but he pushes on before I can get a word in.
    “You don’t even have to shoot anyone with it. Just having it in your possession would be enough.” He steps closer, sending his Danny smell swirling around me all over again. “They don’t fuck around with gun laws here. Even citizens have to jump through hoops to own a gun and get put in jail if they’re caught with an illegal weapon.”
    “I’m not going to get caught.”
    “The Seasons has its own security team,” he says. “Did you know that? And from what I’ve seen so far, they’re better organized than the local police. If you shoot four men on their property, the chances of you getting off the property before they catch you are slim to none.”
    “I don’t care,” I say, angry that he knows something I don’t when all I’ve done for the past year is prepare for this. “As long as I take care of them first.”
    “So you want to end up in jail?” His eyes narrow. “How does that even the scales? If you end up going to prison for the rest of your life for murder?”
    “I told you, as long as they’re dead, I don’t care.”
    “Well you should,” Danny says, heat in his tone for the first time since he showed up at the worst possible moment. “Because you deserve to have a life after this. A real life. Not dying isn’t the same as living, Sam. You know that. You have to know it.”
    I squeeze my eyes shut, hating the sound of my name on his lips and that he has pushed me to the edge of losing control with a few stupid questions. I’m better than this, harder than this, and I have to prove it to him or he’ll never leave me in peace.
    With a deep breath, I open my eyes, staring up at him, willing him to believe the truth I’m about to tell. “I will never have the kind of life you’re talking about again. It’s too late for that.”
    “Why?” he asks in a strained voice. “Why do you have to go down with them? Why can’t you let me help you find a way to do this that won’t end in disaster?”
    “I told you I wasn’t strong enough to get through the trial.” I know the words will cut him deep, but I force myself not to care. “But you told me to go back to L.A. and deal with the mess I’d made. So I did.” I hold out my arms. “And this is what is left.”
    His eyebrows draw sharply together and regret flashes behind his eyes. “I wondered if you blamed me. You have every right to though, in my defense, I had no idea…”
    He swallows hard. “I didn’t know what they’d done and I never dreamed they’d get away with it.” His eyes begin to shine. “I’m sorry, Sam, for that and everything else.”
    I cross my arms tight, fighting the wave of regret that swells behind my ribs. “It doesn’t matter now. Like I said, it’s too late. Apologies aren’t going to change things and I don’t want you here, Danny. I refuse to drag anyone else into this. If I’m on my own, then no one else gets hurt.”
    “You can’t be serious.” He steps closer, his breath rushing out in something too painful-sounding to be a laugh. “All I’ve done is hurt. Hurt and hurt and go half out of my mind wondering where you are and if you’re okay. And then I saw you at the airport and