I felt the tension sag out of his body behind me, and his long exhale of relief. It made me feel worse, but I just tightened my jaw and pushed the ugly feeling aside. Some things were more important than honesty. Like my carefully planned revenge. I couldn't risk that all going to shit, not now, not after all I’ve suffered at Chase's hands. Now, more than ever, I needed my plan to succeed. Chase would pay. Dearly. But it'd be on my terms and no one else's.
