ROSALIE's POV
We didn’t talk much in the car. I remained quiet the entire drive, my mind stuck on the look in Marco’s eyes. I kept replaying our conversations over and over, trying to make sense of the truths he seemed desperate to tell me. But I still didn’t understand him.
I rolled the window down slightly, letting the cool air fill my lungs.
“You and Marco argued, didn’t you?” David asked, his eyes focused on the road. “I don’t usually like to get involved, but he wasn’t himself today. He might’ve said things he didn’t mean.”
David, like the others, was dressed in a sharp black suit, but something about the way he moved and carried himself set him apart from the rest.
“It doesn’t matter. No matter what I say, we always end up fighting. I think I just piss him off,” I said with a sh
