A weight pressed heavily on Zephyr's chest. His gaze locked on to Jason, his pulse racing in his ears. Why would Jason bring up the topic about his bracelet? What does he know?
His stomach twisted to a knot. His thoughts drifted back at his mother's warning never to let anyone know about the bracelet.
“Zephyr,” Jason's voice snapped him back to reality. His face was furrowed, eyes steady. “I need answers, so you better start talking. Tell me about the bracelet and what it can do.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Zephyr replied, the hard beat of his pulse still heavy in his ears. “This is a normal bracelet.”
“I don't believe you,” Jason cut in. His voice lowered as if poking at something. “I've noticed how awkwardly attached you are to the bracelet. You never took it off. Was it
