“Why shouldn’t I?” I countered. “Ella’s never given me a reason not to trust her.”
He shook his head, his expression skeptical. “We still don’t know where she gets her information.” Disdain tinged his words.
“You don’t know,” I corrected. “Ella confessed to me. I understand it all now.”
August’s eyes widened slightly. “I see. So that’s why you wanted me to look into her background... to confirm whatever story she told you was true.”
“That’s right,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “And it seems it is. So now she and I know all of each other’s secrets.”
“At least that’s something,” August muttered under his breath.
“I know you don’t like this arrangement,” I acknowledged, my gaze steady. “And I understand why. But, August, I need you to trust my judgment.”
“You
