Chapter 42 : Popescu's Methods

Popescu’s grip on me was like iron. The pressure against my throat was uncomfortable, but didn’t restrict my breathing. Tahir was staring at me with distress clear on his face. I felt awful for being the cause of it. If I was a little more aware of my surroundings, I wouldn’t be in this situation.

I made this whole thing far messier by getting involved, but I didn’t feel right waiting safely inside when everyone else was fighting. Besides, Leilani was hurt. We couldn’t just leave her there. I was glad that Riley had gotten her safely inside. It made the whole thing feel like less of a miscalculation, although it was a pretty big one to begin with.

It felt like I’d done nothing but complicated Tahir’s life since I met him. No, I had to stop thinking like that. It was the armlet.