Betrayal
Cassie's POV
Okay, this was getting interesting. I uncrossed my legs, leaning forward, my eyes narrowing. “I didn’t feel anything from him,” I said, keeping my tone neutral, trying to play it safe. Before Troy would demand why I hadn't smelled him, I'll throw the question. “Why’s that?”
“It’s understandable,” he said, quick, like he’d rehearsed it. “It isn't your fault. It’s him.”
Oh, so there was something. That was perfect. My plan was a full circle now, no botches.
“How are you planning to help?” I asked, cutting to the chase, my pulse quickening. If Ambrose was turning on Troy, this was gold.
He sat across from me, the couch creaking under his weight, and I didn’t yell. Not when he was about to spill something big. His hundred kilogram of annoying weight could sit about
