“You want confirmation? Is that it?” he says tightly. “You want me to tell you I only told you that so you’d get off my fucking back, because you were scaring the shit out of me and I didn’t know what else to do? Is that what you want?” My eyes widen as he lifts those piercing hazel eyes to mine once more. “I thought he’d kill you if you knew the truth,” he whispers. “I thought he’d kill us both. So yeah, I fucking lied. Happy?” No, Waylon. I’m the furthest thing from happy right now.
