Hunt

Amia flushed before she graced me with a smile. She lit up my dark and cold world. Whatever she wanted, I wanted. I nipped at her pinky finger and she startled. She jumped and pulled her hand away, but I yanked it back. She tried not to smile, but I could see how much she liked it.

“Are you not going to meet up with your dad anymore?” I asked.

“I am. I just don’t think I want to right now. As much as the thought of having a sibling out there intrigues me, I just found out about my dad. I don’t want to jump into all of… that right now. I’ve always been on my own, I’m not ready,” she said.

“Is that why you’re accepting Andrius’ offer?” I asked through gritted teeth. I stared down at her hand in an attempt to hide my reaction to saying his name.

“No. Saying yes to Andrius is a detour. It’s a path away from the one I’m currently on. I may be running away, but I’m not ready to face my dad, his new wife, and their expectations of what they think I might be like. I… can’t go back to my place