SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

You Can Trust Me

Phoebe sighed deeply to regain her composure and to try and clear her head. Each second of the previous night seemed to be a part of a puzzle that was trying to break away and not fit into place. Memories of the bar, Marlin and the sudden appearance of Christian went round her head but everything was rather blurry. The only thing she could remember was the feeling of betrayal.

Marlin, she said to herself, her heart racing once more. She had given him her trust once, or at least thought he was not a threat. But last night, something had changed. The way he looked at her, touched her wasn't a concern. It was predatory.

She came into her bathroom and washed her face in cold water, looking at herself in the mirror. What her reflection portrayed to the public was a woman who appeared to have been through a lot more than just a night of binge drinking. She looked pale with red rimmed eyes that were filled with worry. She put on a towel and attempted to regulate her breaths.

Her phone rang o