*Arealla*
“Maybe,” Jason allowed, calming down a little, a smile still on his face. “Maybe before. But he saw us together, sitting naked on the banks of a river. He thinks that we were kissing. He’ll be fed a lie that we ran off together, and he will believe it.”
My first instinct was to call him a liar. Marcus wouldn’t have just believed that I ran off with him.
But then I thought about what he was saying, really thought about it. Would Marcus just know that I wasn’t going to run away from him now? Would he really know that? How many times had I said to Marcus myself that I wanted nothing more to do with him, that I wanted to leave?
And how many times had I told him that I wanted to stay?
The answer wasn’t comparative. There was a good chance that Marcus would believe I would leave.
But would he accept that I would run away with Jason?