Devil turned to Whit. “Do you have anything to say?” Whit shrugged. “I told you.” “As though we needed a fucking oracle to see it.” Grace turned to him. “To see what?” He ran a hand through his hair. “That he was back for you.” The reason I have done everything from the start, he’d said. For you. “Not just that,” Whit said. “You’re back for him, too.”
