Chapter 33
Wren
"Is that why you ran away from school?"
His voice wasn't mocking this time. It was quiet. Matter-of-fact.
I looked up from my cup and found those dark eyes on me again. He had this irritating habit of looking at people like he was waiting for them to stop lying. There wasn't urgency in his expression, nor sympathy. He simply waited, giving me enough silence to either answer or keep hiding.
I traced my finger around the cup before letting out a slow breath.
"Can I be honest with you, Knox?"
He didn't answer immediately, only lifted one shoulder in a small shrug as if to say weren't you already?
I gave a humorless smile and shook my head.
"You somehow drag honesty out of me, and I genuinely don't know how I feel about that." I looked down at the latte again, watching
