33

Solana

One thing I could admit wholeheartedly that I loved about the Stravkos family was that they always kept their promises. Always. Even if it meant them severing ties with important businessmen. Even if it meant giving up their wealth, their identity, their ancestors had taught them to be honest, no matter the circumstances.

Which was why they seldomly made promises. Which was why I felt safe, and certain, that I could trust Abel. I could trust his words. So far, he'd made two promises to me, and I knew he'd keep them no matter what.

Without a word more, I led the way upstairs to my bedroom. Fond memories haunted the hallways, and I could still feel the presence of ghosts that clung to the wall. Upstairs, Abel helped me pack up the vital things — belongings I felt I needed to keep — which were mostly old school books, diaries and jewelry I'd hidden. My bed was bare, turned on it's side, propped against the cream-coloured wall. The two windows were open, the curtains draped apart t