Brewing Doubt

Stella

Garth’s smirk unsettles me. It feels as though he somehow has the upper hand in a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

“I don’t understand, Garth. What are you talking about?” My voice is steady, but inside, I feel anything but.

Garth leans against the door frame, casual as ever. “Vin didn’t tell you?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.