Chapter 32 A New Friend
- Jack
- On the ride back to the penthouse, Martin throws a furtive glance, his hand tightening around the steering wheel as he debates whether or not to say what I know is on the tip of his tongue.
- "Spit it out already, Martin; I can feel your eyes digging a hole into my head," I breathe with a sigh, my eyes still glued to the passing scenery out the window.