HAVEN
I pull my shirt down, covering my breasts then fix my hair by brushing my fingers through it.
"Why do you hide yourself, Haven?"
This isn't the first time he's asked me this. My answer to that the first time was because I don't like the modern style of things, it's too revealing and fake. He seemed to buy that, everyone did, that's why the term "nerd" even stuck more.
"What are you so scared of?"
This one? Is the first.
I slouch against the wall behind me and look away from Aamon. He takes a step back, giving me a bit of space but not too much and I'm thankful for that.
The honesty slips from the tip of my tongue effortlessly.
"My father left when I was just a toddler, so, I don't remember much about him. Every time I ask my mother about who he was, his origins or what he loo
