Ducking my head, I try to move past him, but he drags me back, grabbing my wrist again, his voice hard, "I asked you a question, Aisha!"
When I don't say anything, his eyes narrow as if something dawns on him, "Are you scared of me?"
I press my lips together into a thin line. The fact that the man who holds my most dangerous secret is asking me that question makes me wonder about life's irony.
The hurt look in his eyes is even more surprising, "Do you think I'd do anything to cause you harm?"
That's when my voice finally works, "Yes."
My answer seems to shock him, and he studies me before murmuring slowly, "You really believe that, don't you? Is that why you stayed away from me this whole time?"
"I have to go."
I try to get away, but he blocks my path, "We need to talk."
I meet his
