CHAPTER 7-SAFE?

Ethel

Tavian’s eyes were locked on me. He raised a questioning brow, waiting for me to speak. Mum shook her head at me, slowly. I understood those eyes moments. She didn’t want me to spill.

I pinched my eyes shut and gulped, overwhelmed by the heat flooding my veins. My tongue flicked over my parched lips and I forced a smile at him.

“Tavian, I really appreciate your help.” Heaving a sigh, I continued, “But I need you to—”

He nodded slowly, fixing his hand in his pocket and I didn’t need to co