I understand that he wants me to say I don’t. I also understand that he’d rather I tell him the truth than a lie, so I try to say what I have to as gently as I can. “I don’t trust him the way I trust you, no. But he did save my life. He didn’t have to do that. I think we both know he’s smart enough to successfully barter a dead body if he had to.”
Naz closes his eyes and draws a breath. “That’s another thing.” He opens his eyes, and the look in them is somewhere between anger and anguish. “He obviously has feelings for you. The more time he spends near you, the stronger his feelings will get.”
“No matter what he feels, he won’t do anything I don’t want. He’d never force himself on me.”
That statement makes Naz draw in a slow breath through flared nostrils. “He forced you to kiss him.”
