Marissa pulled Keith into her arms and then lay down on the bed, snuggling close to him and kissing his temple, playing with his hair. She held him tightly for a long moment.
"If you hadn't done it, I would have. I had everything I needed and was on my way when the news broke. He killed my brother's fiancee, he killed your sister, and he tried to kill me. The man served hell to my family, dragged yours into it...he would have gotten out, Keith. He would have gotten out and come after me again. Or gone after your other sister. Or my brother."
Marissa kissed Keith and trembled a bit beside him at the thought of the Artist going on another killing spree. Seeing Mia die had been almost too much as it was. She still couldn't clear the image from her mind no matter how much she drank.
"You're my hero. You ended Wells and saved me. Please don't hate yourself for it. I don't." She paused. "And I don't know anything about this brother you speak of, but it doesn't sound like you let him take the fall; it sounds like he did what my brother would have done for me and you have to respect that. He protected you. I thank him for that because I don't know that I could handle not having you here."
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