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head in acknowledgment.
    â€œSo, once again, we won’t be where they expect us to be,” he told them. “We’ve always stayed together whenever we’ve returned. This time, we separate. Let’s make it harder for him. We wire all three places with cameras and sound and see who comes visiting.”
    â€œYou scare me, Crowe,” Logan murmured.
    â€œI’m sure I do,” Crowe grunted, catching the sarcasm in his cousin’s voice. “Now, why don’t you scare me and actually get your shit and get the hell out of here. We’ll start wiring your place tonight. Rafe and I’ll slip in after midnight and work till daylight.”
    â€œHey, don’t forget about that heated path along the base of the mountain behind the house,” Logan reminded him, the widening of his eyes indicating his sudden memory of the path.
    Crowe realized even he had forgotten about the geothermals their fathers had found and piped into.
    They had created a path a few degrees above body temperature, allowing them to slip in and out without being seen should anyone attempt to use surveillance equipment.
    â€œHell, I’d forgotten that myself,” Rafer admitted.
    â€œI don’t even think Clyde knew about the path. Let’s make sure no one else finds out about it, either,” Crowe murmured, finally finding a chance to sip at the coffee Rafer had carried to the table.
    Finally, something in their favor.
    For twenty-two years he’d felt as though they were constantly two steps behind whoever the hell shadowed them and the families that disowned them.
    â€œWe’ll survive this,” Rafer said, his voice curiously hollow as he made the statement.
    â€œDamned right we’ll survive it,” Crowe told him.
    â€œWhile we’re surviving, let’s try to make sure no one else suffers.” Logan was the one to bring their deepest fears to the surface. “Because God help me, but I’m tired of watching innocent women die.”
    He wasn’t by himself.
    But what Crowe feared the most was that the Slasher would discover the one secret he’d fought so many years to hide.
    The secret of the woman who held his heart.
    The key to his destruction.

 
    CHAPTER 1
    Two years later
    Sleep wasn’t happening.
    Too many memories haunted her, the knowledge of too much blood and betrayal echoing through her soul.
    Amelia had known her father was cruel. She’d known he was a bastard. He’d proved it over the years in so many ways.
    In ways that would scar her soul forever. Yet there were days, and nights such as now, that she thanked God he’d never treated her as though he loved her, that he’d never fooled her into trusting him.
    If she had trusted him—
    A swift, hard strike of terror had her breath hitching at the implications of such a mistake. At what she could have lost, when she had already lost so much.
    When she had lost—
    â€œWhat happened to your room, Amelia? It used to have life in it.”
    Amelia swung around, her heart in her throat, her breath suddenly trapped there, threatening to strangle her as she stared back at the man, standing so strong and sure as he slipped past the balcony door.
    Amelia had known Crowe would show up. She’d known after she’d been dumped on his porch by Amory Wyatt two weeks before, naked, helpless—oh God.
    She turned away from him, staring around the room, wondering what he saw to make him say such a thing. Trying to focus on anything, everything but the memory of him finding her like that.
    God, he had changed. In the seven years since the last evening they’d spent in the county attorney’s office, he’d hardened. He was stronger, broader. He was colder.
    But then, so was she, she thought. The difference was that she knew the chances of ever finding the warmth she had once known with this man were nil to never.
    Amber-flecked brown eyes, emotionless, stared back at