Page 44 of Finding Peace
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Felt a bit bad for the guy.”
Beau shakes his head. “You’re fuckin’ insufferable sometimes.”
“Yet, here you are.”
He taps the tip of my nose like he would Abigail. “Awe cute. You and Linc match now,” he says—referring to my likely crooked nose.
“I hate you.”
He bumps his shoulder lightly against mine. “You scared me for a second.”
I glance at him. “You should be more worried about the other guy.”
“Victor?”
“No,” I say quietly. “Linc.”
Beau’s expression shifts, and we both look toward the clearing. Lincoln stands over Caleb’s body, Lawson beside him. They aren’t speaking loudly, but I can see them speaking to one another.
Snow continues to fall as I stare at one of my best friends. My brother. It floats through the air, soft and steady, before settling on shoulders that already carry entirely too much.
I know what people see when they look at Lincoln.
Calm.
Measured.
Responsible.
The one who’s always level-headed and can see reason even in the most chaotic of moments.
But they forget something.
Lincoln doesn’t hesitate.
I feel everything all at once and let it drive me.
Lawson weighs it against what is right. What isjust.
Beau… he weighs it against who might get hurt.
But Lincoln—Lincoln weighs it once. And when the scale tips, he doesn’t look back.
He just… does it.
No theatrics.
No apologies.
So, no. I’m not surprised that he killed Caleb.
Not even a little.
Footsteps pound across the clearing, drawing my attention from Lincoln, and I look over just in time to see red hair flying through the snow.
Red.
