Chapter 88

Melody Reese

"How did it go?" Draven asked, massaging my feet gently as we sat in the backyard, enjoying the afternoon sun.

"Good." I lied, shifting on the sofa to place my feet more comfortably on his lap, while I sipped on the glass of white wine.

"You know you can't lie to me babe." He moved his head to the side.

"Spill it." He added, making me let out a loud sigh.

"I don't want to talk about it." I curtly said, shaking my head when memories about what happened that morning forced themselves in my mind. I had tried so hard to block the thoughts, or the entire cold treatment I got from dad.

"Then let me in your thoughts." Without arguing I lowered the barrier, closed my eyes and let him in. His hands on my toes felt so good, neutralizing the burning feeling in my chest. After minutes he lifted my legs from his lap, then scooted closer to me. He snaked his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side, not saying a single word. He understood and felt what I was feeling, saw what