Erina
Nicholas's eyes burned like coals, staring me down. He knew. He had to have known. My skin crawled. The pleasure that Norman had pulled from me was sapped away from the set of his jaws, that sparkle in his eyes.
"Erina," he nodded to a place in front of him.
The others shifted, anxious to continue what Norman started, but the glare from Nicholas froze them in place. He knew, he knew, he knew!
Calm down
Paxton's smooth voice filled my head. I focused on its timbre, zeroing in on him. He knows!
He doesn't know, Erina. He suspects. Focus on me, only on me. I'm going to tell you exactly what to say to get out of this. Once it's over though, they will continue their other methods. I've told you before I can't save you from that. Not that I think you want saved to begin
