Chapter 18

• My tears couldn't stop falling down my cheeks. The image of my grams saying his last words to me keeps taunting me. Drew gives me a sympathetic look.
• "I don't know if this could help." He looks puzzled.
• "Try me." I mumble.
• "When he talked to me about you. He sounded worried. He told me that I should be careful around you because according to him, you're fast and unbeatable." He looks puzzled, half amused. I roll my eyes.
• "No. He only cares about himself. He is a manipulative bastard." I said through gritted teeth. He frowns.
• "No, he's a good man rose." He defends Peter. What the hell? Is killing an innocent people is the definition of a good man for him? I might as well give him a dictionary this coming Christmas.