Chapter 52: GABRIEL

I’m almost certain she set me up. No, not her, the friend maybe. Silla isn’t that bold, and I doubt she has a deceiving bone in her body. Or maybe that’s just my prejudice talking. Without realizing it, I’ve built up this vision of her in my mind. One of a pure, untouched, and unsullied little beauty who knows nothing of the wiles of the world.

I’m not sure why my mind chose to see her that way since she’s got a body made for sin, which I now know is even more potent than those ugly clothes she wears had shown. Now I can’t get the image of her lying naked in clear water free of bubbles out of my head, as if she wasn’t in enough danger already, and I’m not talking about Calhoun, or whoever else was after her.