The Wrong Kind Of Right
he rasped, his voice lower now, “…if Asher was found guilty?”
Reid’s smirk was instantaneous, no hesitation, no moral conflict, just cold calculation. “The same thing I did before,” he said, leaning back with the casual ease of someone discussing dinner plans. “I’ll find a way to make him the culprit… or…” his smirk deepened, “…I’ll find a way to make him escape. Whichever puts him right where I want him.”
Julian’s stomach turned, the bile threatening to rise not just from the wine but from the sheer sickness of Reid’s words. “You’re… twisted.”
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