“Texas Judge Arrested for Conspiracy to Murder.”
I freeze when the newscaster says a name I know all too well.
It’s the same judge who ordered the killing of my brother.
I listen in cold shock as the newscaster reports the story of how the FBI raided the judge’s home and chambers, tipped off by an unidentified source. When I turn my astonished gaze toward Liam, he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me with loving eyes, his expression somber.
I whisper, “Did you do this?”
He keeps his voice low and his gaze trained on me when he answers.
“You said you didn’t want blood on your hands. I figured life in prison was the next best thing.”
When my knees give out, Liam’s there to catch me before I fall.
As he always has been.
As I know he always will be.
Forever.