Saving the Betrayer

Valerie’s POV

I paid for the drink and the newspaper, then stormed back outside to the bench where Bryce was still sitting. As I came closer he looked over at me. Immediately, I showed him the newspaper. His jaw clenched and his features grew grim, but he didn’t say anything.

“We have to go back,” I said.

That drew his outrage. “Absolutely not,” he said at once.

“I can’t just leave him to die.”