Nefretiri
Is it crazy to let him do this?
Maybe, but I wasn't shocked that he'd responded like he had.
Vincent needed someone to lash out on. I was the only person who knew anything about the truth, and in his grief, it didn't matter if I was the one who did it or not. He just needed to blame me.
"How do you know?" He repeats the question, his voice growing angrier.
"Vincent, she couldn't know," Luke keeps his tone calm. "She wasn't even born."
It was true. I wasn't even inside my mother's belly when all of this happened. That didn't change what I'd started to guess.
My family didn't make the tormented soul that destroyed his life, but I couldn't explain the reason I knew that, not yet.
His grip on my throat makes me feel lightheaded. If he adds any more pressure, I'll blackout.
"Answer me!" Vincent yells.
I try, but I can't make a sound.
