“Maybe room service? Rayana said she just found it open,” I offer, keeping my voice neutral.
“Rayana has never been good at giving the whole truth when a convenient half-truth serves her better.” His voice hardens slightly. “She knows more than she’s saying. I can feel it. And when she’s recovered enough to answer questions properly, I’m going to get the full story.”
He’s right. He’s so close to figuring it out, and I’m lying here holding the missing pieces. The license plate that ties cleanly to Logan. Whatever they were searching for in his office.
All of it sitting heavy on my tongue while I keep it from him because a man I barely trust asked me to.
I hate this. I hate having secrets from him when we just survived a trial that nearly destroyed us both.
“Were you scared?” I ask, cha
