“What do you mean?” she asks carefully. I can hear the doubt in her voice. Why would she take my word on this when she has Putnam whispering into her ear? The hurt consumes me, but I bury it quickly, pushing up and out of her before I stand. I get dressed in a flash and turn to head out the door as Skyla sits up. “Vincent, stop. Talk to me. Vincent!” she shouts as I step out of the door and slam it shut. The sound echoes through the house, and I tear down the stairs as fast as I can, heading for my bike. I need to get the fuck away from Salem for a while. Maybe forever.
