Linda felt so lost. She hesitated to say she felt betrayed, but in a way, she knew it was true.
It was difficult for the rozenich to disguise her feelings when she returned to Arpeggio. She desperately wanted to confront him, to tell him what the raccoon had told her and to demand answers. Part of her did not understand why she never did, but the logical part of her knew: even if the words the man had said were true, what were the chances Arpeggio would confirm them? If he was really doing something bad, why would he confess?
Because he’s my friend? The thought buzzed into her mind. He is my friend… right? That couldn’t be a lie either, could it?
Arpeggio had sensed the woman was not quite herself the following days as they recouped in one of Bison’s cabins. She felt his blue eyes following her, watching questionably as she looked out the windo