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Marcus is still staring at me He hasn’t looked away since I first said the name Devin Brooks—hell, I don’t even think he’s blinked I’h I can practically hear the gears grinding in his head, and after a long aze

“We have to,” Ryland says, and I can hear the regret in his voice “It’s too late for anything else It’s too late”

I hold absolutely still, torn between le

aning forward eagerly and pulling away I know the threesecrets froht in my chest

But I also know that this will change everything

Right now, it et his wish For the three of them and o our oays To never see each other again

To pretend none of this ever happened

I can’t do that though I may not bear the marks of the past several weeks as obviously as the scars from the bullet wounds in my chest, but that doesn’t make them any less real

And these aren’t marks on my body

They’re marks on my soul

These o back to who I was before

Maybe Ryland’s as always a fucking pipe dream Maybe it was already too late the moment the three of theo

“Tell me,” I say

Marcus holds nize the name Luca D’Addario?”

I furrow h my memories “No”