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    â€œHenry—”
    â€œYou think . . . I don’t know . . . what you do?” His heart monitor beeped faster. “The secrets? The traveling? You’re . . . filthy rich . . . You wear a different . . .” He was panting now. “Disguise every time you come to see me. You keep me in the dark.”
    Guilt trickled through her. “I never wanted to endanger you. I didn’t want my work to harm you in any—”
    â€œI don’t want the details,” he interjected. “Don’t need the details. The choices you’ve made . . . I don’t know if I approve of a lot of them, but . . . you’re a good person, Jules. You care, no matter how much you pretend not to. And I know you can do this. You can find him.”
    â€œPossibly,” she admitted.
    â€œNot possibly. Definitely. You
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,” he insisted, revealing that tenacious streak he’d first exhibited as a child.
    Even back then, Henry had been stubborn to the core. Each time Juliet tried convincing him to run away with her, he’d stuck to his guns, arguing that living as street urchins was not a smart alternative to the abusive foster home they’d been forced to endure. Juliet had disagreed, but the younger boy had been too damn pigheaded, and she’d refused to go without him.
    â€œI loved her,” Henry choked out. “Zoya is . . . She’s the only person I’ve ever loved. Other than you. Love you too, Jules. But Zoya . . . she’s a good woman. She has . . . such a big heart. She didn’t deserve to die.” He gasped for a few seconds before lifting his chin and fixing her with a look of determination. “You’re going to kill him for me.”
    Juliet found herself unusually flustered. “Henry—”
    â€œDon’t you . . . goddamn fight . . . with me. You will kill him. I will go to my grave . . . knowing . . . knowing that bastard is dead. I can’t avenge Zoya, but I know you . . . you will avenge me.”
    Agony flooded her gut, burning her insides and making her feel sick.
    â€œDon’t pretend you won’t.” He jerked a thumb at the machine next to his bed. “When it stops beeping . . . when you see . . . the solid line showing my heart stopped . . . you’ll go out and kill the man who took me away from you. We both know it. So don’t put up a fight . . . Don’t waste time . . . Don’t wait for me to die to get your vengeance.”
    He was right. It didn’t matter whether Henry lived or died. Whatever the outcome, she would still find the man who’d done this to him. Only the method of execution was subject to change. If Henry survived, she would probably show some mercy and use a rifle. If Henry died . . . well, she’d use every weapon in her vast arsenal to make sure his killer suffered before she took the son of a bitch’s life.
    â€œKill him for me,” Henry begged softly. “Leave . . . leave this room right now, Jules, and kill him for me.”
    â€œI can’t leave you.” Tears burned her eyes. “I want to be here with you. I’m staying with you until the very end, little brother.”
    â€œYou’ve always been there for me.” His voice was getting weaker and weaker. “You . . . never left my side . . . when Deke burned my arm with the cigarette . . . didn’t leave me when they locked me in the closet . . . You sat outside the door . . . for hours. But you’re going to leave me now. You have somewhere more important to be.”
    The tears spilled over and streamed down her cheeks. She was crying in earnest now, gulping for air.
    Jesus Christ. She never cried. She never, ever cried. She was