Betrayal.
That was what Skylar Fray felt as he stared at the person who the voice belonged to. He didn’t need a closer look at him; he already knew who was behind that voice. He’s heard of that voice since he was young. He would know it from anywhere. But he watched as he walked closer and came into the view, and he stared at the brown eyes that he thought held genuine concern over him.
“Ah, meet my nephew, David Carlton,” Carlisle said, walking over to David and wrapping an arm around his shoulder and acting as if he was his father than his uncle, than a killer. David didn’t even flinch. It was as if he was so used to Carlisle doing that to him, “To give you the overview, well, his mother
“Dude where the hell do you get this stuff?” Skylar asked, stuffing his face with all the candies
