*Molly*
He hasn’t left yet. There must not be any wards or alarms in the hotel, which doesn’t make sense. Would he really leave all those hostages alone, completely unprotected? What if this is a trap, and he knew we would go there?
I know we should leave soon, but I want to give Oliver’s team as much time as possible. “I’m sorry you didn’t have a family growing up,” I tell him. He’s silent as he stares at me. “Really, I am. Neither of us deserved to be sent away like we were, but I got the better deal out of it.”
His cheeks are pink, his fury barely contained. “You have no idea what it was like growing up. I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know what I was capable of.”
“That must have been scary,” I say gently.
“I killed a girl in foster care,” he tells me, and I feel so te
