“Yeah, Si. Are they pretty? Are they nice? Did you meet them at school?” Raid repeats like a smart-ass, but when he changes the pronouns, I feel the flush of my skin at the same time panic sets in. I stare at him, wishing like hell I had the ability to read his mind. He’s hinting that he knows whoever’s been mauling at my neck is— There’s no way he knows who it is. He can’t.
😬… I’m pretty sure he’s knows. Or at least has suspicions. Damn. This is gonna be interesting 🥴
