TIARA THORNELLS
I let out a deep breath, one that carried thoughts I didn’t dare voice aloud. He always insisted he didn’t mean to frighten me. But every time we were out there, searching, he had this way of making me feel uneasy.
And I wasn’t lying when I said I had no interest in being in a relationship with someone like him or like any of them. That kind of life was too complicated, too tangled in things I couldn’t understand and didn’t want to.
“Tiara, you haven’t brushed your hair yet? Do you want me to help you with it?” Delailah’s voice broke through my thoughts again just as I opened the door to let them in.
“Sure… Thank you, Delailah,” I replied softly.
She stepped behind me and began to braid my hair. Her hands moved quickly and gently.
“Tiara,” Elara said suddenly, her
