Chapter 182 His Silly, Gullible Elizabeth(2)

• Vitriol flooded my mouth as I remembered their faces. I had seen one of them on Malik’s monitor screen. Nothing happened to them, according to him, and I believed. Where was he while I was at Waylen’s? Where was he on the night of the twenty-sixth? He had blood on his shirt. He didn’t want to be touched. Oh, God. Bile rushed to my throat, and I exhaled noisily until the urge to throw up left. He didn’t want to be touched because he went to kill someone.
• The knocks ceased, and Malik’s fading footsteps followed. I remained in bed, my head pounding with all the thoughts and revelations. The next day, I didn’t leave the room until past nine, expecting Malik to be at work. I opened my door, and he was the first person I saw. He was in front of my door, and I didn’t know if I could rush back in without him holding me.
• “My love,” Malik whispered, placing his hands on either side of the door. “Please.”