Chapter Eight
I sit on the bed and stare at the bathroom door, confused and conflicted about everything that's happened tonight. It's hard to believe Oscar is on the other side having a much earned shower. I know he's chosen to stay in the same room as me, but I can't help but think he may regret it when he learns the truth about me.
Now I have to find a way to explain why I know I can trust Catherine. Which would be a lot easier if Oscar knew what I was really doing here in the City of Blood.
I guess it's time to come clean about that too, though I have no idea where to start. I've never told someone about my job before. Even my parents don't know the exact nature of what I do. And now I'm about to tell the one person who may end up hating me the most.
The door clicks, drawing my atte
