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Shifty Advice
I stared at Brice for a long moment, trying to determine how to answer his inquiry. He wanted to know what had really happened in Paris. I didn’t quite understand how all of these people who were my friends all along, even the ones who had been in my pack from the very start, couldn’t tell when I was holding something back, but it seemed like Brice always could.
I also couldn’t decide whether or not I should tell him.
He got tired of me staring at him and shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me, obviously. I can’t make you. But… I know that’s not everything, that there’s more to the story than what you told those people who are willing to just take the juicy bits and leave the rest. Not that Joshua and Tony even care at all beyond making sure that Ben doesn’t get hurt.
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