I gasp, understanding what he's insinuating, and then I shake my head fervently. "If he killed him, he only did it because of me. Clive you can't-" "Relax, Scarlet. It wasn't even him that killed Arthur, but someone tried setting Caius up." "Care to clue me in?" Caius snarks from the top of the steps, and Clive rolls his eyes while pulling my hand in his. "Watch how you speak to me. I just spent three hours convincing the Somage you had nothing to do with Arthur's death. Be glad whoever is setting you up took a stab at you the night of the party we both attended. Otherwise, you'd be on your own." "What?" Caius asks, his tone a little tilted from his angered pitch. "Arthur is dead, and you were painted a suspect. We found your scent on him, no doubt from the punch you left him with, but the
