A Killers Heart Stolen

“Kaira,” he closed the door numbly then slowly walked over to me, “what happened?”
“I know this looks bad, but I’ve been in worse shape.” I say but that actually makes it worse.
“What?!” He is aggravated and gets up. His eyes stare down at me and I feel now, more than ever, that I wished that I was still in Hawaii.
“Jeremy, sit, I need to tell you something. “ He sits down looking me dead in the eye and I simply wish that I didn’t have to tell him. I know that once he hears what I actually am, he’ll leave and I’ll lose him forever.
“Jeremy, I’m not a human resource person. I wasn’t in Paris this last trip. I was in Pakistan, and my intelligence left out that there was a patrol and well…I got captured and beat up. “
“I don’t understand,” I see pain and confusion in his expression.
“I-I well… I kill people,” I say in a low voice, though I know he heard it.
“What?”