I sat on the bed, watching Paul fall asleep on the couch. Comprehending what I had just done.
And the worst part was, he was right. I was trying to come with excuses to cover up for my mistake. To cover up for my mistrust in him and everyone who was trying to help me with the Amara crisis.
I blushed my stomach, and the twins didn’t kick or flinch—letting me know they understood what I was going through. To tell me they forgave me.
They just stayed quiet, telling me I also upset them that I made their keeper upset.
This was my doing, and I had to fix it as soon as I could. I needed Paul to have faith in me. To look me in my eyes again.
Zack and his girlfriend were coming for me, and at the moment, I was alone. So, they might just kill me when they come tonight. I needed to still keep m
