Emma

When Rett continued to walk away, I called out again, “Rett, wait.” My command stilled his steps as he turned back my way. I hurried closer and reached for his arm. “Tell me why Greyson is dead. Tell me what the hell is going on.”

Inhaling deeply, Rett spun in place until we were again eye to eye. “Fuck, Emma. I have told you. Your inability to either listen or comprehend seems to be a problem we will need to resolve.”

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