Offering

"Where is your jacket?"

That was the second time Abihirt spoke. Moreau's eyebrows knitted together, confused, but her bright blue irises never left the shoulders of the dark suit, waiting for her to do something. At the very least, show him what her father's gift jacket looked like.

"You don't want to ruin it again, do you?" asked Moreau, intentionally suspicious. Her level of alertness exploded after she missed an opportunity to prevent Barbara from an unexpected action. No one knew that the man was far more dangerous and, most importantly, tied into a serious relationship with her mother.

"No. I don't"

One word was spoken firmly. Moreau could not understand it clearly. Which one could she believe, or should she stick to one and hope Abihirt was indeed paying attention?

"Why ask for my jacket if there's nothing you're go