“Maybe I’ll return the favor someday.” He stood back up. “When you’re ready to deal with him.” His eyes fell down my body, taking in all the bruises he’d already seen. “I’m a loose end,” I pointed out. “Why didn’t you kill me when you saw me see you there tonight?” He looked like he was thinking about it. But instead, he asked, “Why didn’t you run when you saw me?” He was right. I’d willingly inserted myself. And why? To help him? I didn’t even like him, and how did I know what he was telling me was the truth? Maybe his mom was the nicest person in the world. I’d gambled everything on his
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