“Knox is my nephew, but…” “But what?” I ask when his sentence trails off. Something strange passes in his gaze. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it looks a lot like fear. “He’s not right in the head, Aspen.” I bite my cheek to stop from laughing, because duh. “Well, yeah, but—” “But nothing. I don’t want you around him. He’s dangerous.”
