CHAPTER 22

"He picked me up off the streets and made me work for him in return for shelter and food." I stopped glaring at him, taken back by surprise. Woody's face is expressionless, dark eyes hooded over so I can't make out what he's feeling. "How long ago was that?" I ask quietly, dropping my eyes to the floor. "Five years ago, I was thirteen." Woody murmurs, lighting up his cigarette. He balances it between his lips before inhaling deeply. "No way are you eighteen, you look like an old man." I smirk,...