Chapter 59
59 I still can’t breathe. But now I can’t move either. Except for the tremble that’s claimed every muscle. That won’t stop. The sight of Deke’s ruined body, chained up for display like discount baked ham in a questionable deli’s second-rate cooler, shatters me. He hadn’t turned against me. The knowledge I’d uncovered in Noah’s home computer was true. Deke had spilled his guts—while drugged. A little Dilaudid will loosen anyone’s tongue. Especially if they’re painfully maimed. But the context—Mr. Don Eckhart’s enthusiastic cooperation continues unabated—had been a lie. Noah had learned everything through torture. But I’d believed that he’d turned. I hadn’t trusted that he loved me the way I loved him. That he would never turn. I was the one who’d betrayed Deke. Deke’s eyes sag
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