Helanie:
"Why the heck did you go meet him in the woods?" Norman was grumbling, and although I could tell he wanted to yell at me, he was keeping his voice down for privacy. He had asked his own men to stand outside my room to make sure nobody got onto the floor. Even those with rooms there had been told to go take classes.
Emmet had put Kaye and Max in charge of senior and junior classes to keep them busy and away from this matter.
"He was—blackmailing me," I muttered, my throat scratchy from crying so much.
"For what?" Norman yelled, quickly walking toward Lamar’s bed, where I was sitting.
"Norman!" Emmet rushed between us to block me from Norman’s gaze and gently patted his brother’s shoulder.
"Let me talk to her. This is important. I need to know everything to be able to defend Lamar."
Norman was right—I had to come clean with him. Emmet slowly stepped aside after hearing Norman’s reason for wanting the truth.
However, once again, we were interrupted when Emmet’s phone started ringing.
"Wait a minute," he told us and stepped even farther away.
Norman was anxiously running his hands through his hair when I had another breakdown.
"I didn’t mean to be loud with you. But this situation is frustrating and scary for Lamar," Norman cleared his throat and spoke to me much more gently this time.
"You’re right. I don’t blame you," I replied, pulling my sleeves forward to wipe my cheeks when Norman handed me his handkerchief.
I stared at his hand for a second before accepting it, gently dabbing it over my cheek. His cologne was all over it.
Emmet spoke on the call for a while before returning with an exhausted, drained look on his face.
"Lamar said Rayden had been blackmailing Helanie and Lamar," Emmet explained, making my heart pound in my chest.
"Over what? Did he say why Rayden was doing that?" Norman asked anxiously, his frustration clear. ƒreewebɳovel.com
I guess Lamar had told the warriors, and I was glad he did. He shouldn’t be in jail, taking the blame all by himself.
"Rayden found out that Helanie had been helping Lamar find his sister’s rapist and killer."
My jaw hit the floor at the shortened version of the truth.
Lamar had completely left me out of any accusations. He was taking all the blame himself while keeping my secrets safe.
"What?" Norman turned to me before looking back at his brother.
"A few months ago—Rayden raped and—murdered his sister."
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