C63 Chapter 63

The taste of betrayal was acrid and sour, and Julian detested it. His face was set in a hard line as he sat at the dinner table later that night, waiting for his “family" to arrive. Leslie had been quietly observing him all evening since he came back.

"Julian, you know you can talk to me, right?" she asked, placing her hand on his. "What's wrong?"

Julian looked at her