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Of hi me he doesn’t like to hurt people if he can help it

That’s what he said, isn’t it?

So how could this be true?

My gaze flicks back to the picture Carson is still holding steadily in front of my face I don’t knoho the deadto me He has dark hair and broad shoulders, and he looks well-dressed Well-grooe to it too, as if he saw more evil than he should have in his short ti features, and no one else in the picture

This could be any man, and he could’ve been killed by anyone

Even Marcus, a voice whispers in ht I know I don’t know Marcus well, and I know I have dozens of reasons not to trust him

But what reason do I have to trust Carson? To believe him more than I believe Marcus? Or Theo, or even Ryland?

None of those three men have ever hurt me

They’ve gone out of their way to take care of me To protect me To keep me safe

What has Carson done?

Possibly torched et at Marcus and his friends

I lick aze away froaze “No I don’t believe you”

Disgust washes over his features, along with soer? Jealousy?

“Jesus, he really did a fucking number on you, didn’t he?” he snorts

“It doesn’tCarson’s attention He seeitated “We can still use her whether she believes us or not, right?”