Dane
I searched her face, scanning every inch for deceit, but all I found was raw emotion; anger, confusion, and something else she tried desperately to hide.
She meant it.
Luisa truly believed there was a chance I had something to do with her parents’ deaths.
That realization settled into my chest like a slow-burning poison, tightening around my ribs.
For a fleeting second, my mind spun out of control. How had she come to this conclusion? Who had planted that idea in her head?
Then, a far more dangerous thought struck me.
Did Kiara tell her something?
The possibility ignited my rage like gasoline to a flame.
Kiara wasn’t supposed to know anything.
But I knew her manipulative ways.
If she had gone behind my back if she had twisted the truth just enough to make Luisa question me
