Chapter 112

For one uncomfortable second, I don’t have an answer.

I stare at a point on Barrett’s desk that’s safe and blank and lifeless—anything to avoid the smirk in his eyes. In the silence, my brain replays the conversation I had with Killian last Friday.

I remember challenging him on it. Accusing him of jumping to conclusions because of his own guilt or past or whatever he refused to put into words.

And