Chapter 218 – A Question Of Trust

• “Um,” I say, sitting up straight, my hands darting anxiously to play with my hair as they rarely do anymore. “I don’t really remember, Jerome –“
• “Yes, you do, Fay,” he says, frowning at me and pushing. “I know you do. Seriously, just tell me.”
• I take a deep breath then, looking at him seriously now. “He said that I should watch out for you. That he had done his research on you, and that you were shady and…” I bite my lip now, not wanting to say more.