Chapter 33. Peaxe
I guessed having a nine on your wrist meant a certain peace of mind. I wanted that. Desperately.
"You have something that could help me," I said. He looked away. "Roark said-"
"If I wanted to talk to Roark, I'd have stayed and done that," I said.
He looked back at me, and some of the haughtiness fell away. "I'm sorry," he said, "about earlier. You were just pushing me around, and I didn't like it, but I didn't want to hurt you. It was the first thing I thought of that might get you to back off. It worked… I just didn't expect you to take me seriously."
I sighed, lashed myself up to a beam overhead, and perched on it, needing to sit down. Grey shot me a curious expression, and I tapped the spot next to me, an open invitation. He sucked in a deep breath and began cl
