Chapter 63: Just… speak

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The words spill out quickly, sharper than I mean them to, and I turn my face toward the window. Anywhere but him.

“Haze.” His voice is steady and unhurried. He crosses one leg over the other, a picture of calm authority that makes my pulse quicken. “Perhaps you don’t understand what is going on.”

I suddenly feel like I'm standing trial for murder. And he