“You drugged me,” I whisper. Peyton’s face turns ghostly pale. “Asher, I…” “You stole my phone, gave it to Chief Farrow, let him use it to hurt Oakley and then you fucking drugged me so I couldn’t do a thing to stop it.” “I’m sorry,” she sobs. “I just wanted you to forget about him. I thought the Chief really would fix it, I didn’t know he’d try to kill him.”
