Serafine’s POVGrayson stared at me like he had been caught in something he couldn’t explain away.“Serafine, I—” he started, but the words stumbled out, uncertain.He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to gather himself. “You’re misunderstanding—”“Am I?” I snapped, stepping closer to him. “Then explain to me why you're out here making a call about something you did and no one suspecting.”His mouth opened again, but nothing came out. That silence told me more than anything he could have said.My chest tightened painfully.“Did you have anything to do with what happened at the cell?” I asked, praying really had that he didn't. “Serafine, don’t misunderstand me,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I was talking about something else. It has nothing to do with whatever happened in there.”He was lying again. I could always tell when he lies to me. And this was the second time in one day. “You expect me to believe that?” I asked.“I’m telling you the truth,” he insisted.“No,
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