“You know what I think, Poppy?” Cool breath ghosts over the shell of my ear. His voice is soft – almost seductive. I don’t dare answer. “I think you’re lying to me.” The trembling spreads to my other extremities, but I hold my ground. “I’m not lying.” “No? So, you didn’t read Mickey’s entire journal? Not even the part where he names me his killer?”
Oop! 💀
