Page 188 of The Dark Stranger
“Nothing, Jenna. Just drop it.”
But I can’t. I won’t.
Because I see it now. The way his eyes linger on nothing. The way his mind drifts. The way he flinches when I touch him.
He’s still thinking about her. Still wondering where she is. Stillcaring.
And that makes me want to burn the world down.
“You still love her,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.
“I don’t.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’mnot.”
“Then prove it.”
He turns to face me, his expression hard.
“How?”
I step closer, my hand sliding up his chest.
“Forget her.”
“I already have.”
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
His eyes meet mine.
But there’s nothing there. No heat. No desire. Just emptiness.
I pull my hand back.
“You’re useless to me like this.”
He doesn’t respond.
I turn and leave.
Sarah.
The thought hits me as I’m walking down the hallway.
Sarah.
My best friend since grade school. The one person I’ve trusted for years. The one person who’s been around the operation longer than anyone except my father.
She’s seen things. Heard things. Been at events. Met buyers. Watched shipments move.
And she’s never asked questions. Never pushed. Never seemed curious.
But what if that was intentional?
What if she waslistening?What if she waswatching?What if she’s been feeding information to someone?
