HEIR OF PAIN
YOU BELONG TO ME, PRETTY!
For a moment, it felt like the air around him became heavier. His chest tightened, and his mind screamed the same name over and over. Carlos.
It had to be him.
“What’s written in the card that makes you look like that?” Kyle leaned forward, trying to peek.
But before he could reach for it, Arden’s reflexes kicked in. He quickly pulled the card away, pressing it tightly against his chest.
Kyle blinked in surprise, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?”