“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have lied but I didn’t want his death on your conscience.” “So why are you telling me now?” I whispered, panicked and distraught. Tears burned in the backs of my eyes and all I could think of was how did Abigail know? Carter cupped my cheek, his thumb swiping a tear that escaped. “Because that’s why I said the things I said when we got back. I was so…fucking hell, Spark, I am so obsessed with you I just wanted to make it work. But the guy I called to fix my mess reports to my mother. When we got back, she made her threats clear.”
