“What?” I twisted to look up at him. Too shocked to realize that we were a hairsbreadth apart.
He gave me a wan smile and a soft look before returning his gaze to the vase.
“Her name is BailaLae.”
“A sister by blood?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “We grew up together and were very close. All of us.”
“All of us?”
“Yes.” He smiled sadly. “I had a family once, Jade. Does that shock you?”
It does.
“I can’t imagine you being part of a happy family.”
“Why not?” He tilted his head in curiosity.
“Because you’re a killer. So severe and quiet. And your rage feels like it always simmering just below the surface.”
“Hmm.” He grunted. “You’re not entirely wrong.”
We were both quiet for a moment.
“She is my rage.” He gestured weakly toward the tiny billow of gray beneath the glass.
“Why do
