Kinsley
“Let’s have dinner,” Heath says, sounding so genuine.
For a second, I just stare at him. I want to find a way out, but right now, that is by giving in to Heath.
“Kinsley,” He approaches me and takes my hand. A strange tingling sensation runs up my arm as he lightly pulls me to the grand table.
‘Danger,’ Genesis whispers.
I say nothing as he pulls out a chair for me to sit on.
“Wine?” He asks, picking up a bottle.
“Sure,” I mutter.
‘No wine,’ Genesis whispers.
“No, I mean,” I say, and he sets the bottle down.
“There is apple cider,” He points to another bottle.
“Sure,” I say while looking at the table. My stomach growls from hunger.
“Hungry?” Heath smirks as he sits and pours himself some wine.
I nod and pick up the glass of cider. ‘Is this safe?’
‘Yes,’ Genesis
