Chapter 5

Evelyn stormed off, clearly pissed at Simon.

It was just the two of us left in the living room, and the air was thick with awkwardness.

His arm was still around my shoulder, and I could smell that nice woody scent on him.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled.

"For what?" Simon said, pulling his arm away and going back to his usual icy self.

"For standing up for me just now," I said.

"I wasn't doing it for you," Simon said, walking over to the liquor cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "I was just protecting the Carter family's…