— Can you? — Sophia looked at Bruce, the accusation clear in her eyes.
His eyes narrowed in response as he crossed his arms over his chest defiantly.
— It was a slip... you should know since you’re the psychic here.
His gaze shifted to the psychic in the room, who merely huffed in response.
— Oh. Don’t you dare blame me! You take responsibility for your own actions.
— You could have stopped me. — he looked at her, the psychic in question — once again. His eyes and mind desperately searching for a way out of the situation he found himself in.
There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.
The psychic's response, however, was merely to roll her eyes.
— You did everything to keep your plan from being discovered, my brother, but unfortunately, I didn’t know my husband would fal
