Chapter 63

‘Gabriel’s my brother,’ Elodie explained. ‘He saw you and the thugs, and called the cops. This is his hospital, by the way.’ Recognition dawned on Dashiell’s face. ‘So he’s your brother. The guy from the auction.’ And possibly the one who sent the security footage of Selene’s hospital visit to him on his wedding day. ‘You should talk to the police about this,’ Elodie said. ‘They need to know who attacked you, why, and if this Cacey is involved.’ Dashiell nodded, his jaw clenched tight. ‘I will. So, do you believe me? About this woman? I have nothing to do with her. I was clearly drunk in these pictures. I did go to the bar, but...’ ‘I believe you,’ Elodie said. ‘Really?’ She nodded, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. ‘Yes. I know how much you hate lies. Always have. You said they are—’ ‘The refuge of the scoundrel,’ he finished the sentence. Elodie nodded again. ‘But that’s irrelevant right now.’ Dashiell frowned. ‘Irrelevant? How can my being truthful be irrelevant?’ Elodie’s s