All The Truths (Lies & Truths Duet #2) by Rina Kent

Human remains, they said, and they think Reina did it—at least that detective does.

I talked to him after the last time he visited us. I could see the malice in his eyes as he spoke about my ‘fiancée’ as a criminal and said I should have her confess her crimes.

It took all my self-restraint not to bash his head against the hood of his car and tell him, in no uncertain terms, that if he threatens her again, I will gut his intestines out.

Reina didn’t do it.

It’s funny how I believe it with every fiber of my being even though I didn’t witness what happened.

The bratva is behind all of this, but I can’t say anything because I have no evidence, no names, not even clear descriptions of the men I saw that night.

If I gave an unintelligible statement, it’d only make the mafia target me—and Reina.

For some reason, I think they’ve kept away because they figured she lost her memories and said nothing about them to the police.

If she does remember, it’ll be a direct threat to her life.

Still, she needs to get herself off of Detective Daniels’ radar.

He doesn’t know her as much as I do, so he has no idea she absolutely doesn’t have what it takes to end a life. She only does it from afar, like with Ari.

Ending a life takes something more than courage and determination. It takes a black heart and a desolate soul.

To my fucking dismay, the new Reina doesn’t have that.

I halt at the entrance as I turn on the flashlight. Reina lies in a fetal position on the ground, eyes closed and face camouflaged by her hair.

My breathing stops as I wait for the rise and fall of her shoulder—for evidence that she’s alive.

When it does move, my feet run of their own volition, like that day when all I thought about was her safety.

Once again, that’s all I think about.

I try to tell my pulse to stay the fuck down, but it’s not listening to me. I direct the light at her face as I crouch in front of her.

“Reina?” My movements are slow as I push a strand of blond hair off her face.

Her brows are furrowed together, mouth twisting in agony. Her eyes are shut so tight, it appears painful.

Something snaps in my chest, a feeling I never wanted to experience after those years in high school.

When I thought she was the only one for me.

“Open your fucking eyes, Reina.”

She mumbles something under her breath. I lean over to hear her, but it’s not making sense. She’s speaking in a foreign language.

Is that Russian?

“R-Rai…Rai…”

Who the fuck is Rai?

Reina and her endless secrets just keep mounting over the years.

I place an arm under her pale, bare thighs and the other around her back to carry her in my arms.

She fits so perfectly, like she was made for my hands. She was made for me.

I watch the furrowing of her brows as her head drops against my chest. She looks so fragile right now, so soft, like the girl I saw for the first time after she disappeared when we were twelve. It was the first time I decided I liked that girl, the first time I thought about kissing a girl.

She was Gareth’s only daughter, so I’d met her before, but I had never felt the need to come closer to her like when she returned. There was something changed about her. Something more exotic, raw, and…broken.

I realize that now. I was attracted to the broken side of her before I even knew what the fuck that was.

When Alexander said we were to be engaged, I thought I’d hit the jackpot.

If it hadn’t been for her cold, aloof reaction.

I lean my head over and suck her bottom lip into my mouth like I did at twelve when she was sleeping in our guest house.

A shudder goes through her as I brush my lips against hers one last time. “You’ll never escape me, my ugly monster.”





My mouth is dry.

That’s the first thought I have as I open my eyes. All thoughts of being thirsty disappear when I make out my surroundings.

I’m lying in a queen-sized bed with sheets that aren’t my own. The white light in the ceiling isn’t from my room either.

I jerk to a sitting position and check under the covers. I’m still wearing my clothes from earlier. Thank God.

Slowly, I inch to the edge, and my toes get swallowed by the plush carpet.

Where is this place? Wasn’t I at the cottage not two seconds ago?

The time on the nightstand reads eight in the evening. I frown. It’s been hours. How the hell has it been hours? I was standing there, taking a trip into the past and trying to remember my life and…

I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands.

All the memories that hit me earlier consume me once more. Mom’s death. Reina’s sacrifice. The fact that I confiscated another person’s name.

This must be why I didn’t feel comfortable with the name Reina Ellis when I woke up in the hospital with wiped memories.

I lived as Rai Sokolov for twelve years. That name resonated with me better, but I had to erase it. I had to become Reina to survive.

Just like that, I took her life and threw her into mine.

Those Russians were after Mom and me. Or rather, they were after me since they had no problem hurting Mom once they found me.

Tears fill my eyes as I fall back on the bed, my limbs shaking and my heart racing louder and harder with every second.