“Ava Stone took pity on me and offered to help me. At first, I thought I had met a kind rich benefactor but I was so wrong,” he said, regret filled his voice. “She was anything but kind,” he bit out bitterly.
He sat down next to her, still a bunch of nerves, and clasped her hands in his.
“What I am about to tell you next…I am not sure how you will react to this,” he said. His eyes were bleak. Sad. Even pleading. “I am not sure if you will even want to be in the same room with me after I tell you this,” he said. “So, I want to know…do you really want to know the truth?”
She gulped. It sounded serious. It sounded like he killed someone. Will she accept him if he was a cold blooded murderer? Could she live with a murderer?
“Did you kill someone for her?” she ventured tentatively, holdin
