Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

his jacket pockets, pressing his lips together. “Still, Elena. Think about it. Is a
man like that ever blackmailed easily?”
My nerves jumble, blending wildly together and spreading like poison
through my gut. “I don’t know...”
In truth, it’s the same thought I had when he first approached me,
demanding my hand. After he’d already taken out Mateo, eliminating my
choice in that matter.
Not that I miss Mateo.
But it did feel mildly suspicious.
Narrowing my eyes at Kal’s British friend, I take a step back, and he
laughs again, the sound so rich and infectious, it sends a twinge of
homesickness through me.
I haven’t heard anyone laugh in weeks.
“I’m not saying he wasn’t forced into doing it,” Jonas says finally, lifting
his shoulders. “I’m just saying... maybe it’s not the full picture. Maybe you
should see if anyone has the other side of the photograph.”
And when he turns, leaving me in front of Dunkin’ to head back to the
bar, I stand there for several minutes, wondering what to do with the
information he’s just given me.
I should go ask Kal what he’s talking about, or complete my mission to
find Violet.
Instead, I head inside, order a long john, and settle in at one of the
outdoor metal patio tables, pushing all my problems aside until I’ve finished
eating.