I try to keep my eyes on Clay and Landon as they exchange friendly words. Friendly! Bile fills my throat, my old friend betrayal wrapping around me like a serpent, squeezing the hopefulness from my pores. "Please, Clay. Please!" I cry out, panicked that Landon will twist the situation, telling him all the details I've omitted—turn Clay against me. Make a liar out of me.
