Rapheal's pov

“Come on.” I rub my forehead in annoyance. “Tell me you never suspected it was me all along? You had always suspected that I had killed her but never looked toward that direction.”

Her face turned bright red, cold filling those bright eyes of hers. “I don't believe you.”

I admit my crime. “Yes, I fucked and almost killed her.” My tone rose. “That’s if she’s not dead yet.”

She stared deadpan at me, her fists clenched at her sides with anger — at ...