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swoop.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Of course I’m serious.”
    “Remy, you’re talking about premeditated mass
murder,” Dominic said. He sounded like he was struggling to be
patient. At this point, though, Remy didn’t care if she pushed his
buttons. Maybe they needed to be pushed. “That doesn’t sound
like the Remy I know. I’m all for teaching them a lesson. I just
don’t know if I can condone setting out exclusively to kill people
who aren’t infected.”
    “You helped us do that with Alicia,” Remy
pointed out.
    “Alicia was a psychotic megalomaniac,”
Dominic said. “She was an immediate danger to us all, and something
had to be done about her.”
    “So, what, it’s okay to kill someone in cold
blood if they happen to be crazier than a road lizard, but if
they’re of sound mind, suddenly it’s immoral?”
    “Remy, that isn’t what I meant, and you know
it,” Dominic snapped. “Jesus, where do you even get these
ideas?”
    “Maybe, oh, I don’t know, out of your mouth?”
Remy shot back. “That’s clearly how you operate, and don’t say it
isn’t, because you’ve already proven it. What happens if I go crazy
like Alicia did? You going to have somebody put a bullet in my head
too?”
    “Is that what’s bothering you?” Dominic
twisted toward her. She moved away, sliding along the hardwood
floor to put some distance between them. “You think this is going
to be an Old Yeller situation? That I’m going to shoot you because
you might go crazy?”
    “Of course not,” Remy retorted. “You’ll get
someone else to do it for you. You know, like you conned Brandt and
Cade into killing Alicia.”
    “I didn’t con them into killing her,”
Dominic said. “Both of them had a history with her and her
insanity, and if I recall correctly, so did you . Or do I
have to remind you of what she almost did to you back in Hollywood
when she and her thugs—and yes, I’m including myself in that—took
Cade?”
    “No, you don’t,” Remy muttered.
    “Sorry, what was that?” Dominic asked
sarcastically. “I couldn’t hear you.”
    “ No, you don’t! ” Remy yelled.
Somewhere in the next room, a baby started crying. She felt a pang
of guilt for waking Cade’s baby, but she ignored it, burying it
where it wouldn’t bother her again. She didn’t have the space to
add any more guilt onto the guilt she was already carrying.
    “Jesus, would you keep it down?” Dominic
admonished. “You woke the baby up.”
    “She’ll live.” Remy pushed off the floor,
staggering sideways a few steps as her aching head swam and her
stomach churned. She braced a hand against the bedpost and drew in
a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her nerves were vibrating
under her skin, and she had the irrational urge to grab the nearest
warm body and dig her fingernails into its face. She shook it off,
grinding her nails into the bedpost instead, and straightened,
squaring her shoulders. She stiffened when Dominic’s hands pressed
against her back.
    “Talk to me, Remy, please,” Dominic said. His
hands slid up her back, barely skimming her shirt. “You’re lashing
out, and I’ve never seen you do that unless something or someone
has you upset. Talk to me, okay? You know I’m not going to judge
you, no matter what’s going on, even if it involves me.”
    Remy closed her eyes. The temptation to go
limp, to sag backwards into Dominic’s arms, was so great she almost
gave in. She fought it, though. She was scared that it wouldn’t be
well received and that she’d like it too much. She was still trying
to tell herself that she didn’t really like him—though both
of them knew that was far from the truth.
    “You’re scared, aren’t you?” Dominic asked,
sparing her the admission. She didn’t respond. His hands moved up
to her hair, scraping through the strands to pull them back from
her face. “It’s okay,” he whispered in her ear. “I am too.”
    Remy raised her eyebrows and turned to look
at