Chapter 95 (Agreeing To His Plans)

• I squinted down at him, my lips gradually twisting into a cold sneer. Was this some sort of game for him and Valerio? Act like he was helping and just drag me to him? No, dear, but I didn’t need it.
• “I don’t need the help,” I said, my words harsher than I intended, but I didn’t feel bad about it.
• Beckett chuckled, a sad smile flitting into the corner of his lips. Instead of backing away, he persisted, confusing me more. “I’m the only one who can help you get out of here.”