Chapter 115

“How can I ever trust him to hold up his end of the bargain?”

“The same way he’s going to trust you. You both have too much to lose.”

Please, he wanted to beg. Can’t you see this is the shot we have at a normal life again?

But he’d made his argument. There was nothing to do now but wait.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Rowan rested a reassuring hand at his waist. As his heart began to slow, he leaned slightly into Rowan, grateful for the ongoing support. He’d need it more than ever if Dad said no.

When Dad straightened again, his dark eyes were clear, his mouth thin. “I suppose it’s good to know the next generation is smarter than we were, but my son is doing a lot of talking for you, Trev. What do you have to say on the matter?”

Gilliland finally acknowledged the cut on his scalp by touching the side of the head. He frowned when he drew it back and saw his fingertips dappled in blood.