(Nisha)
Soleil shook her head. “After all I’ve shared with you, why do you feel the need to withhold?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, and I really didn’t.
“I know it must be a lot, but you need to trust me. No more secrets.”
I tugged my brows together. “I didn’t mean to withhold information,” I said slowly; it was hard to lie to her, even now. I had to look away, and I knew it was a mistake Cameron would never make. But I was new to this game.
“I wished we had more time,” Soleil murmured softly. “I want to give you the time you need to fully process and accept this. What is another few weeks in the space of a lifetime?” she seemed to ask herself.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Things are changing; things are coming.” She pinned me with a blazing stare when I loo
