Zoe Rhodes's train of thought was always different from everyone else's.
She would suddenly seize on a loophole and ask about it, regardless of the consequences.
If he didn't know she had no ulterior motives, Zane Hawthorne would have truly thought she was asking on purpose.
A question that sharp was either passive-aggressive or...
Or what?
He curled his lip in a silent smirk, not daring to let his thoughts go any further.
That dream was too big for someone like him.
So, he answered her question without hesitation. "I'm not."
Just like that, he was bluntly lifting the manhole cover to the sewer, letting his moon see the filthy, damp corner where he dwelled.
"Zoe Rhodes, my thoughts are not much purer than theirs."
"But… but…" Zoe Rhodes subconsciously wanted to say that Zane Hawthorne was different from the others.
He was the exception.
