My stomach dropped the moment I heard Mathew say that.
Is it possible that he figured it out? Did he recognize Patrick?
Panick started to rise in my chest as I tried to come up with a way to distract him and everyone else in the room... to change the subject or something,
But before I could do anything else Patrick's grip on his throat tightened.
"Repeat what you called her, you piece of trash, before I tear your throat out."
Real fear flashed in Matthew's eyes. The hand on his throat only tightened with every second and if he did not stop, Mathew would be dead. Sure, I did not particularly like the man, but I did not want him to die. Especially for him to be killed because of me... I can't have that on me.
"Patrick..."
I whispered Patrick's name and his eyes shot to me. The pure co
