AVERY
Marcus's eyes were broken.
I pitied this man.
The look in his eyes was haunted. He missed his sister, but just because he was pitiful didn't mean I would willingly accept accusations made at me.
I wasn't a killer.
I looked up at him, my eyes reflecting his anger. He saw it, and he didn't like it.
"I won't," I snapped, lifting my chin. "Because... I didn’t kill your sister."
The words tasted like acid and I felt bad, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. I needed him to see I meant it. That I wasn’t afraid of the truth. My truth.
I am no f*****g killer.
Marcus scoffed, his body practically vibrating with rage. “You dare stand there and lie to my face?” he snarled.
“I’m not lying!” I said, trying to hold on to my patience.
He took a step forward, fists clenched, eyes wild. “
