“You go ahead,” he said tightly. “No,” said Sydney. “We’re not splitting up.” Victor turned and, cringing, knelt in front of her. “There’s something I have to do.” Sydney was already shaking her head, but Victor reached out and put a hand on her cheek, the gesture so strange, so gentle, it stopped her cold. “Syd,” he said, “look at me.” She met his eyes. Those eyes that after everything still felt like family, like safety, like home. “I have to do this. But I’ll meet you as soon as I’m done.” “Where?” “Where I first found you.”
He's such a liar...
