"Are you sure he would do something--" I never got the chance to finish my sentence.
Timmy came bounding out of the small shop at just that moment, his energetic steps loud against the gravel.
"Missy Robin!! It's all set up!!"
I glanced over at Timmy and saw the way his eyes widened, looking back and forth between me and Brandon. For a second I couldn't fathom why he looked so confused, but then Brandon's fingers moved slightly on my face.
I paused, my heart rate jumping to my throat.
I had forgotten he was holding me in my sudden panic.
Brandon let go at the same instance that I stepped away, my ribs rattled with complex spurts of jitters as I tried to find my composure.
Despite everything, I couldn't focus on much besides Morax's betrayal.
Wait, betrayal?
It felt like ink was being poured into my eyes, blinding me. Why did it feel like the very blood inside me was wriggling, bent in anxiety? Nothing made any sense.
Morax had said so many times that he was a man of hi
