As I watched him, I noticed he was looking back at me with an expression of confusion. I couldn't determine if he believed me when I claimed I was his lover.
Although I had involuntarily spoken those words, I realized they reflected the nature of our relationship; I just hadn't clarified that our connection was merely a deal.
“You don’t believe me?” I prompted, as he hesitated to respond.
His frown deepened, and I could see him wince as he shifted, a reminder of the scars he bore from his fall off the cliff.
The memory of his condition after the accident flooded my mind, and an overwhelming sense of worry washed over me for his well-being.
After my earlier conversation with Dad, I felt compelled to find Clark and alert him about Dad's directive for his men to follow him.
As I made my
