She didn't answer right away. She just leaned into my embrace, a soft shudder running through her.
"She can't get enough of me, Griffin," he whispered, his eyes fixed on us. "It will always be like that."
My jaw tightened. Anger burned through me again. I knew better than to listen to Mark. I knew he was a liar, a manipulator, especially after everything he had put Lila through. I knew he was trying to provoke me, to hurt us. But still l couldn't help how l was feeling.
She had come here, hadn't she? Voluntarily. Mark hadn't called her. He couldn't force her. She had chosen to be here. Why? Why would she choose this? And why hadn't she waited for me? If she wanted to talk to Mark, if she felt some strange need to see him, why didn't she come to me first? Why didn't she tell me? The ques
