Know when to cut and run...One
"I came to a realization as I took another drink and watched the three of them eyeing each other."
"Deciding that my companions were weak willed, or cowardly, or guilty of something unknown simply by the act of breathing, didn't diminish them, it diminished me. If I had been in Sam’s shoes, I would have slit my throat the moment I had the chance. As much as I wanted to fault Paul for beginning to play the game of half-truths and denials, the look he kept giving Emma said it all. “You tell him, or I will.”
"Paul felt pinned down by her, trapped by something she wasn’t saying, it was written on his face. As for Emma, I held out the contract, something to be signed in blood, I was the devil there. No matter how much I wanted to feel like the one being used, that sensation was pure, self-indulgent, bullshit. She wasn’t telling me everything, none of them were. Did she somehow owe me the truth just because I was fucking her? Did I suddenly own her because she agreed to tuck into my bed roll at night?"
"Fuck no!"
