For a moment, his mouth moved like he wanted to spill more. Then he shook his head and looked away. "Forget it. I just wish you didn't have to be with him."
He was hiding something. How dangerous was Marshall?
Well, it didn't even matter. In three months I'll be done with him. He could go to hell with all the dangers surrounding his life.
"Please, Vance; remember you can't tell Nessa or anyone else it's fake. I only told you 'cause I trust you. Everyone else is supposed to believe it's real."
He didn't smile the way he usually did when we pinkie-swore. Still, he lifted his pinkie.
I hooked mine around his, sealing the vow like we always had.
"Vance!" Nessa's grating voice reached me before she appeared from behind me, her heels striking the marble floor with unnecessary force.
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