Chapter 19

“I was watching you, my friend. The look on your face…he couldn’t see it because you were sitting on the arm of his chair. Undoubtedly that was an attempt to try and fool me into believing the two of you had something going on between you—to reinforce his alibis. Every glance you gave him was filled with longing.”

“You’re crazy,” Armand said emphatically. “Or at least mistaken in what you were seeing. If anything, I was seeing him as a…a protégé. A particularly bright one.”

“Bull. Shit.”