“Blaine got drugged,” Raid says quickly, coming to my defense, although I don’t feel like I deserve it. “Someone drugged and planted shit on him. The cops busted him, and Silas ended up taking the fall.” “I promise I didn’t make him.” Tears spring to my eyes as I fight to keep my wobbling lip still. “I would never want him to do that. I woke up and he had already done it. I wish I could trade places with him, but I can’t. I’m so sorry.”
