Romolo tapped his fingers against the railing, slowly and rhythmically, the only other sound apart from the ocean. “You told them.” It was a statement, not a question. Tension marred his jaw as he stared—no, glared at the water. That’s when it dawned on me. He had never actually thought I’d keep his secret. He probably didn’t trust people. Not unless they’d been bribed, forced, or otherwise coerced into doing what he wanted.
