Chapter Forty — Nine
James
“I think I found a way.” Michael announced aloud, and I knew by his twisted smile that his idea must include something sick.
Elijah looked at Michael and gave him a look that tried to call out his s**t. If she did not sway from his probing, from a guy who was famous for making people spitting their secrets out, then what sort of sick plan of his could actually help?
Elijah's look was mean and one of incredulousness. Not to mention, he looked frustrated as hell. Like he would kill someone just to take his frustration out.
Everybody waited for Michael to continue and explain his so — called Way, but he did not speak again. Instead, he picked Janet's hand and scurried her, his way. For once, I felt my hand twitch to stop him. She had suffered enough for our sel
