“And while I appreciate the sentiments behind that threat, it’s really unnecessary. I have no intention of hurting Rose.” He pacifies me with a few sentences as if his words are liquid morphine, but I still feel obligated to defend Rose since I divulged her secret. “She likes you,” I say quickly. “She’s just...” She’s Rose. I don’t know how else to explain it. “I know.” Of course he does. He knows everything.
