Chapter 91 When Trust Burns

• Jason’s voice slithered through the alley, too calm for the chaos around us. My blood turned to ice, and my legs stuttered mid-stride.
• It couldn’t be him. Not after the fire. Not after I’d watched the compound collapse in flames.
• But the silhouette at the mouth of the alley was unmistakable broad shoulders, the confident lean, a predator waiting for prey to come to him. The moonlight caught his face just enough to reveal the smirk I’d seen in nightmares.