“What’s wrong, Kyrin?” I ask, tilting my head and watching him as his eyes remain on mine. Passive. Like he wants to ask me so many questions but can’t. He reaches forward and presses his thumb to my lip. “Such a shame.” “What is?” I ask, confused. He leans forward, his mouth coming to my ear as his hand remains around my wrist. “That you’re such a fucking liar.” Everything goes black.
