JJ
I looked up at Havoc. “I’ve been trying.”
“To be happy?”
“To make things better.”
He crossed the room slowly, studying me for whatever I had failed to hide. Roy’s last text still burned behind my eyes.
And if he doesn’t?
I had no answer for that. Not while Havoc watched me as though he could pry one loose.
“Better for who?” he asked.
“For us.”
The lie held enough truth to survive. I wanted things better for Millie and me. Havoc had simply trained me to build every sentence around him.
His hand lifted, and I forced myself not to flinch when his fingers brushed the resin pendant at my throat. For one second, I thought he might ask again where it came from. An attempt to trip me up. Instead, he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, then let it fall against my chest.
“You’
