91

KATHERINE

“What do you mean, Bryson?” As I asked him, trying to keep my face straight, the rate at which my heart beats escalated by his passing of seconds was alarming.

And that’s possibly because he was right and I’m finding a way to deny and pretend I know nothing about what he was talking about.

“Where did you go yesterday? Without telling me, Kathrine. I’m sorry for asking but then, don’t you think you’re changing towards me lately?” He asked, his eyes staring deep into my eyes as if wishing he could mop away the confusion I have written on my face.

My hands crossed before me, not allowing him see how sweaty they have become because… I’m nervous and I hope he doesn’t see it.

Just when I got out of the hybrid’s room, I had collided into Bryson and… I instantly lost my breath.

I didn’t expect him to be here or for him to search for me. Neither was I expecting the hurt look I came across on his face.

Now he’s asking me where I had gone to and slowly, bit by bit, he would hit