“Emma.”
I looked up. Carter had been watching me. He had an unreadable mask over him again. I shivered as I knew I was in the room with the Cold Killer again. He gestured to Ben. “What do you want?”
I licked my dry lips. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think?” He kicked Ben’s feet. “This is your decision. What do you want done?”
“I...”
The memory of walking into my apartment rushed back to me. I was back there, all over again as Dunvan was raping Mallory. She was whimpering, trying to fight, but he only hurt her more. He wouldn’t stop. So I had to do it.
I made the decision then. I wasn’t sure if I could make it again.
“Carter,” I rasped out. “I...”
“What do you think would’ve happened to Theresa had she talked?”
My eyes snapped to his. A surge of possession rose in me. “That was
