CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
IAN’S POV
“Ian,” My name slipped off her lips in a rather shaky voice. Lance shifted inside me, sniffing out the intense tension coursing through her veins and it didn’t take a second to know that something was not right.
“Are you okay?” I questioned, worry sitting heavily in my heart. My gaze fell on the paper in her palms. She attempted to hide it but it was too late because I had already seen it.
“Yeah, I’m fine. W-What are you doing here? It's only three,” I was not about to let her evade the subject like that.
“I can easily tell that you are not fine Faith. So tell me the truth, what is going on? I can help you fix whatever is wrong,”
I could not help how I felt around her. Even the slightest hint of worry in her would send Lance and me in a worry sprint to
