Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

you alive, I get to ask anything I damn well please.”

“No,” I say, panting as the pain crests. “You get to do your job. For once in your life, put the ego away and do your job.”

For the first time since he walked in, his supreme confidence falters. He blinks, caught off guard. Because I am not begging him.

Nine months ago, I had begged. I had fallen to continue reading …