She wants to argue, but she knows I wouldn’t ask this of her if I wasn’t afraid…for her.
“Okay. But remember, Cian lost Amber. What would you do if that were me?”
I don’t realize she has something behind her back until she extends her hand toward me, offering me my face paints. She wants it to end and knows this face—the face Sean forced me to wear—is the only one who can do that.
Accepting the paints, I watch as she walks away. I don’t know who I’ll be when I see her again.
Opening the front door, I hear Cian screaming on the verge of hysteria. I wonder where Billy is as it was his turn to keep an eye on Sean. I’ll deal with him later.
I keep my cool as I walk down the hallway and turn into the huge dining room. This place may be getting a facelift, but it seems regardless of the déc
