“It’s not that bad,” I lie.
His stare sharpens.
I sigh. “Okay, it’s kind of bad. But I’ll heal.” I reach up and touch my face where my glasses should be. “I can’t really see, though.”
“Those bastards broke them when they—” He stops himself. “You’ll have new ones as soon as possible.”
I nod.
“About Calista, I didn’t….”
“I know you didn’t hurt her.” He cuts in. “Do you really think I’d believe Colt and those men over you?”
Oakie whimpers, curling deeper and I press my lips together. Sometimes I wonder if he knows what his words do to me. Or if he just has no idea.
“Thank you.” I swallow. “I think we should force Colt—”
“Not now.” He cuts in. “It’s already being handled.”
“But the investigation is still—”
“Layla.” He lifts his gaze. “Not now.”
I press my lips together and look d
