Christy's POV
As soon as Mason asked me to go keep my mother company in her hospital room, something inside me tightened.
He said it calmly, so casually like it was nothing, yet his eyes kept flicking toward Kendrick as if they were sharing a secret written in another language.
They thought I wouldn't notice and I would just nod and smile like some clueless child.
Yeah… no.
I had survived enough chaos to be allergic to people "protecting me" with silence.
I stayed hidden behind the corner and watched the two of them through the glass. They looked tense, Mason pacing and cracking his knuckles, Kendrick leaning against the car with that cold face he only wore when danger was already breathing down his neck. Smoke curled around them as they talked, their lips moving quickly.
Fine! If they weren't going to tell me, I was going to find out myself.
