My ex spun to confront me so rapidly that I almost gagged.



"Me?" he asked, his mouth hanging open. "You think I ratted you out to the school?" He chuckled. "Goodness, infant," he stated, grasping my hand once more. "In the event that I would spill your privileged insights, I'd try to extort you first." He smiled insidiously.



I really wanted to grin as I pondered what precisely he'd need as installment. Aiden's hand was warm on mine. I adored that believing—that protected inclination. He investigated, yet I saw his demeanor change as he ran his thumb over my hand. Aiden was considering, and that was never a decent sign.