–Caine–
I don't know what's going on inside that psycho's head. Well—okay—he's not technically a psycho… but sometimes, I swear he's auditioning for the role. What's he gonna do now? Show up at Tyrona's doorstep, flash that wicked smile, seduce her, and then slit her throat with his charm? Did Livana even ask him to do that? Knowing her, she's always ten steps ahead. I doubt she'd kill Tyrona right away. That woman's too involved in everything that's gone sideways in Livana's life.
"Hey." I nudged Deanne. "Stop pretending to be drunk. Let's go to bed."
"Nah, you go. I'll sleep here," she mumbled into the couch cushion.
"You sure?" I reached for her hand. She swatted me away like a tired cat swatting flies.
"You shouldn't stop Damon from killing that bitch," she muttered, voice hoarse—tired, frustrated, maybe both.
"Look, Damon is a firecracker with no fuse. I think Livana knows that. That's probably why she got the hell out before that lunatic even reached the door."
