CHAPTER TWELVE- Three Years Gone.

Knox:

And as you might’ve guessed, yeah.. the twat crept back into the room in the dead of night like the creepy fuck he is, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Two minutes later? He was snoring.

And yes, of course I recorded every damn second of it. For leverage, obviously, or maybe just to laugh in his face later.

What? Getting on his nerves is the easiest thing in the world, and unfortunately, I live for it. There’s just something delicious about shoving him off balance, peeling at the edges of his polished act until the cracks show.

The funniest part? I don’t think he realizes how see-through he is. How contagious that stiff, noble, boy-scout energy of his can be. It’s pathetic, really.

Take earlier for example. We hadn’t even taken five steps inside before a couple drifted past us. They were definitely from old money and all that pedigree garbage. The old woman gave me a polite little nod but the man looked at me like I’d pissed in his soup.

So naturally, I smiled. Stuck my hand out. “I