Chapter 81

• I chewed my lips as I stared into Adrian's inquisitive eyes, my mind racing with a quick lie. I had to say something sensible for someone like Adrian to believe me.
• “Harry?” I stuttered, a thoughtful attempt at buying time. Lies swirled in my head like a vortex, each one more silly than the last. How come I couldn't lie now when I'd lived five years of my life lying?
• Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose, his fingers tapping impatiently against the table. “Who is Harry?” The question was blunt, straightforward.