022-Brian-book 2

At Cami’s words, my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. "Cami, I didn't—"

"Save it, Remington," Cami spat. "You played me like a fiddle and I danced to your tune. I'm the one who pulled the trigger, but you're the Puppet Master."

The rain had picked up again, and the droplets mingled ...