I kept the phone against my ear while the room around me seemed to disappear.
Kyle had broken into Lawson Customs, searched my office, and admitted that he had been working for someone else, yet somehow the part that bothered me most was hearing him say that someone had been searching for Uncle Will’s journals since before he died.
“What do you mean someone has been looking for them since before my uncle died?” I asked and Kyle was silent for several seconds.
“I mean exactly what I said.” He said.
“You expect me to believe you after everything you have done?” I asked.
“No.” He said.
His answer surprised me.
“I'm not asking you to believe me, Paige.” He said so Jace moved closer, and I could see the anger in his expression.
“Then why are you calling?” Jace asked as Kyle took a slow
