Chapter 36: Bar Talk

*Alistair*

Daphne’s voice was laced with concern. “Why is Rowan calling you?”

Blackwood physically felt all the blood drain from his face when he watched her reach for his phone.

Sh*t.

Usually, he was quick to come back with a response—even if it wasn’t always a true one.

It was a skill he came to perfect, having dealt with a mother like Evelyn and a venomous manipulating father like Clinton. Blackwood learned from an early age how to lie on the spot.

But he didn’t want to display this sort of morbid talent on Daphne. Hell, it pained him enough to know that he was keeping one of the biggest secrets he’d ever conjured on a daily basis. All to keep his relationship with her stable.

So, with that in mind, Alistair chose the honest way out.

“I have no idea,” he told her.