Bared To You
“Bianca will definitely look down on you, but I think you are capable of putting her in her place. Annabeth is Julian’s twin and she’s very sweet.”
“That’s a lovely name—Annabeth.” I smiled despite my nerves.
“Yeah, it’s a combination of my grandmother Jean Anna’s and my mom’s names. Elisabeth and Anna. Annabeth.”
“Wow.” I breathed, struck by how much meaning could be stitched into a single name. Families like his carried history in their very blood. I, on the other hand, carried scars.
My eyes flicked to the wall clock and panic surged. Time had slipped through my fingers—thirty minutes had somehow become two hours. Guilt tugged at me as I shot to my feet. “I have to go.”