Drake knew a secret about me, a secret no one else knew.
It wasn’t like we couldn’t have secrets. I was in this with three other guys. It was ridiculous to think we all sat around in sweat lodges and shared our souls with each other. That was not what we did. It wasn’t what I did, anyway. But this was a different situation now. The new guy had let it slip that there was a secret, and I knew Cross.
Jordan and Zellman would sit back and wait. They’d be patient, because if they tried to harass me, I’d pull my knife on them. I had authority issues, and they came out when people tried to make me do something, or say something, when I didn’t want to. Putting it bluntly: they were scared of me. With reason.
Not Cross.
In every way, Cross was the exception to all the stupid rules I’d erected o
