“Hey…Sweetheart.” he awkwardly greets you. After lying to you about Alaczar, about everything. You lost all trust in him. He made you risk your life over his greediness for finding treasure.

He stood beside you as you sat on the edge of the dock, a blanket wrapped your soaked body. He cursed himself for getting you into his mess after watching you fight Rafe for him.

15 years. Years of you mourning over your late fiancé’s “death”. The moment you saw him, you were hysterical. In tears, joyed to know that he was still among the living.

But hearing that he lied about all of it broke your heart. Alaczar wasn’t his cellmate. Rafe broke him out of jail 2 years ago and didn’t think to even call you. He was too caught up on finding Avery’s treasure to even think about you.

He knew he had to gain your trust again. He couldn’t afford losing you.

“Look, I just wanted to say—“ he cuts himself off. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t lie himself out of this lie.