“Would you trust that I could keep you level? That I would be able to stop you from losing control?” My chest stuttered. “Yes,” I whispered. Casteel inhaled sharply. “That’s a lie, Poppy.” “No, it’s not—” “If it was true, you never would’ve,” he cut in, slicing his hand through the air, “asked Kieran to be the one to put you in the ground.”