“I can explain.” “Don’t bother.” “But—” He balances his glass on his muscular thigh. “I have one question for you.” “Okay.” “You knew.” “That’s a statement.” His jaw clenches so hard, I fear for the state of his molars. “When I talked to you yesterday about him, you knew?” He enunciates each word with a sneer. “Yes, but—” “Then that’s all.” Ice rattles as he draws the glass back toward his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could take it all back. I had no idea something like this could happen, or—” He cuts me off with an icy glare. “You can’t, though, can you?” “Nico begged me not to say
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