Garrett
“Here. It looks like you need this.” Chris handed me a drink, flashing a small smile before sitting down beside me. Across from us sat James and Evan.
I took a sip, rubbed my eyes, and groaned.
“He knows,” I muttered.
“What?” Chris asked.
I turned to him. “He knows she’s bad for him, and yet he can’t stop himself from seeking her out.”
Chris shrugged, as though he wasn’t particularly worried.
“You’re not concerned?”
“Well, first of all, I trust our king,” he began, pointing at me as if I were the one losing faith.
“So do I!”
Chris smiled, clearly satisfied that he’d struck a nerve. I shook my head.
“Second of all, we knew it would eventually come to this.”
“Did we?” I asked.
“We did. We just hoped it wouldn’t,” he replied. I knew he was right. “Am I wrong, James?”
Jam
