Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

"Yeah, that," Johnny bit out, glaring at my cheek. "Who did that to you?" "Nobody. I fell over my brother's Lego tower last night and almost poleaxed myself on the kitchen table," the line I had rehearsed to perfection for school tomorrow spilled from my mouth with the expert precision needed to sound believable. I had been telling lies for so long about where the cuts and bruises on my body came from, that the lie poured effortlessly from my lips. "You expect me to believe that?" Johnny stunned me by saying. I frowned up at him. That was a good line. It was a believable line. Why wasn’t he taking it? "Yes," I strangled out, flustered by his directness. "Because that's what happened." He arched a brow. "You're honestly trying to tell me that you gave yourself a black eye?" I shrugged noncommittally. "It happens." "Not usually," he bit out. "You must have been running full speed to smash yourself up like that," he added, eyes locked on mine in disbelief. "Were you running?" he asked. "From something?" He stepped closer. "Or someone?"