Ryker
My hand, holding the porridge spoon, froze and my chest tightened. I knew EXACTLY who she was talking about.
That damned face flashed into my mind. The one which remained synonymous with the boys. Most of those damned thoughts, no matter how I tried to stop them, always led straight to her.
Zerah.
“Really?” Uncle Richard's voice rang, “Nathan has rarely taken anyone seriously. Maybe you shouldn't get your hopes up.”
“No. You don't understand. L” Aunt Reese said, “I haven't heard him speak that way about anyone. Plus he said he knew her for the past five years. She didn't even know his connection to us. Nathan's a good judge of character. She must be a good person.”
My jaw tightened. Was that really true? It couldn't. Someone like her who had cornered me at the right moment, off
