“Are you going to kill me?”
“No. But the men that are after me, they'll kill you just because you were there with me. I'm trying to help you, Emery, I really am. I just need you to trust me on this.”
How could I tell him no?
He held my life in his hands, he had the power to destroy me, or save me .
What choice did I have?
If the men that came after him would kill me too, then I had to trust him.
And that trust, it had to start somewhere. I'd like to think I saw the good in him last night.
He helped me when he could have left me.
He carried me when I grew weak.
He saved me once already.
