"You didn't drag me into anything."
Knox's voice remained as calm as ever.
"Stop making yourself feel guilty."
I looked at him over the rim of my cup.
There it was again.
That same unreadable expression.
He wasn't trying to comfort me. He wasn't giving me one of those glittery motivational speeches people loved throwing around whenever someone cried. There was no fake sympathy on his face, no exaggerated concern, no everything will be alright nonsense.
He was simply...
Knox.
Cold.
Reserved.
Impossible to read.
Oddly enough, I preferred it.
The people I'd spent years surrounding myself with always knew exactly what to say. They smiled at the right moments, hugged at the right moments, spoke in soft voices and told everyone what they wanted to hear. They were experts at sounding
