The Bound Between Us

Chapter 848

Alisa landed the final blow. Maybe she hadn't meant to, but her fingerprints were all over the blade now. She was in it-there was no way to deny it.

Harry burst out laughing, wild and unhinged, riding the adrenaline high that only comes after murder. The thrill of it lit him up from the inside.

He let go of Alisa. She crumpled to the ground, her hand brushing against the corpse. A sharp scream tore from her lips as she recoiled, shaking so hard she could barely stay upright.

"What are you screaming for? Want the cops to come running? Want everyone to know you killed somebody?" Harry sneered, the smile on his face twisted and cruel. "Face it, Alisa, you're in this just as deep as me. There's no walking away now." His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Admit it, doesn't it make you feel alive? Next time, I'll let you take the lead. Tonight was just practice.”

Alisa stared at him, and in that moment, it hit her-she'd made a deal with the devil.

Her mind was spinning, fear flooding every inch of her. Through chattering teeth, she managed, "Why did you do it? Why did you kill her?"

Harry shrugged, wearing the look of someone who thought he was doing the world a favor. “She deserved it. Scamming guys for their money-she had it coming, don't you think?"

remembered their very first conversation, the way Harry had talked about women who used men. She'd guessed he had a thing against them, and now she knew she'd

with the confidence of someone who'd done this before, and hustled them away-knife and

ducked into an

of her. She was terrified he'd turn on her too. "I won't say a word," she blurted. "I swear,

in this together," Harry replied calmly. "If you want to go to prison, go ahead-turn yourself in. Otherwise, you keep

flashed to the string of murders Jason, the detective, had been investigating lately. Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

even hesitate. "Yeah. All of them. They all deserved it. I'm just cleaning up the trash. Stick with me, Alisa. The

this fishmonger from the market-the guy who always gave her a

rented a stall at the market, selling fish. Alisa always bought from him, sometimes getting discounts or even freebies. She'd been a little pleased, thinking he liked her, soaking up the tiny bit of ego

realized he hadn't wanted her heart, just her

cash. "Here. Stick with me and you'll never worry about bills again. No more dodging collection calls, no more in-law drama.

of her bleak existence. She was already an accomplice-there was no turning