Sebastian panics and places a hand on her shoulder. “Rose, he’s manipulating you. It’s what he does.” Rose flinches. “Don’t doubt yourself,” Connor tells her. “Not for this guy, not for anyone.” Rose wavers. “Think about it,” Connor says. “You told me he’s profited off of selling old tests before.” “The cigarettes—” “You have known me for almost ten years. I have held you in my arms. I have kissed you. Have you ever smelled smoke on me before?”
