Emma
“No,” I answer crestfallen, holding my belly. “I—I can’t hear him. I don’t hear anything.”
“We should call him Weeper,” he says, glaring at me with an annoyed expression, and I gasp, slapping his arm.
“No need to be mean. He is scared. Just like everybody else was.”
He scrunches up his face. “I wasn’t”
“Yeah, sure,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
Taking a step forward, he grabs my arm, and as the tightness of his grip is hurting me, I feel afraid of his hold for the first time.
And honestly, this is freaking me out for good.
“No need to be cheeky, my love,” he sneers, and I pull my arm back confidently, even if I fail to move it out of his clasp.
“Let me go. Now, Kai,” I demand through clenched teeth.
He loosens his grip, and I free myself just as Ace and Hilda reach u
