Bree’s POV
“Rule one, you can let a man break your body, heart, anything… but your soul?” Caroline puffs smoke from her nose and mouth as she laughs like a hyena. “Never.”
I just mop, still in shock at the news I just heard. The same one I’ve indirectly sworn an oath to keep. I mean, stuff like this only happens in movies, right?
“And if he does…” She sighs, crushes what’s left of her cigarette, grabs her glass, and slowly sips with her eyes fixed in space. “You break him.”
Wait… WHAT?!
Her words are raw, burned like fire, and tasted vile too. The bitterness is gone when she looks at me again, like she was just acting out a role.
“What if he… What if he finds out?”
“How would he?” She rolls her eyes and shrugs. “Exactly.”
‘DNA… anything.’ I want to argue, but the front door swi
