Chapter 108 – The Mole

• “I’m sorry, Iris,” Christian says, looking down at his plate and settling his hands in his lap. “You’re right.”
• My eyebrows go up as my spine straightens. Because, I mean, those are not two sentences I’ve heard very often over the past two months.
• Christian lifts his eyes to mine. “It is difficult for me. My knee-jerk is to keep you in the dark about things, because I still think that you’re safer not knowing.”