Charis
My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
All my carefully constructed lies, all my attempts to maintain my disguise, were crumbling before me.
"I..." I started, but no words came. How could I possibly explain this? How could I tell him that everything he thought he knew about me was a lie?
He took another step closer, "I need to know the truth, Eamon. Please."
My mind was already racing through all the possible consequences of this moment. I didn't know if I could trust him.
In this place, everyone had secrets, and as much as I wanted to open up to him and unburden myself of this crushing deception, my father was still out there searching for me. If he got even the tiniest hint that I was here, my life would be over.
And no matter how kind Rhett had been, no matter how warm his smile or gentle his teasing, in a moment of anger or of pain, what if he exposes me or uses me like Vale?
