Martin's POV of chapter 90
She stopped walking and turned to face me. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the edge in it. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
I scoffed, the bitterness rising to my tongue before I could stop it. “I should ask you the same thing too.”
Her eyebrows lifted, her sarcasm coming fast. “I’m not the one sending spies.”
I stepped forward, heart pounding with all the things I hadn’t said yet. “How else am I supposed to know what you’re up to if I don’t send someone? Or put a tracker on your phone?”
Her face twisted in shock. “You installed a tracker on my phone?” she whispered, as the words burned her throat. “How dare you, Martin? When did you do that?”
“It started as protection,” I said. “But now? Now I’m glad I did. Otherwise, how would I have known
