Chapter 44: Doubt

"We should wash this cut," I say, grabbing Rafe by the arm and dragging him over to the sink. As I twist on the water, I add, "I wasn't making it up."

"I never thought you were."

I feel his eyes on my face as I grab the soap and begin gently washing his cut. Something just isn't adding up.

"I felt it before, too," I confess. "That feeling that something was watching me. It happened the first day I was here, when you went to return Dante's car."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

It's my turn to shrug. "I thought I was imagining it. But this time I know I wasn't."

"I promise you, you're perfectly safe here. No one will hurt you." He flexes and unflexes the muscles in his arm. "It was probably just one of the paparazzi trying to get a picture of you."

"Oh. I never even thought about that." I rub the soap on his arm. The cut is very shallow. It could very well be from a branch. "I just thought..." I shake my head.

"Thought what?"

"You're going to think I'm silly."

"I'd never do that