“I’m afraid to go back,” I admit as Oliver and I head toward the Academy.
“You don’t have to be. I’ll be by your side,” he comforts, taking my hand, which sends fire running up my arms, making my heart beat faster.
“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” I sigh, letting myself settle into the warmth of him. “Oliver?”
“Yes?”
“Is your father named Wyatt?” I ask.
Something must have struck a nerve because he snaps still. He releases my hand and stands in front of me.
“He is. But… how did you know that?”
Lifting my hand, I show him the bracelet.
“After I slipped it on, I was transported into several memories. One of them was your father and… and mine.”
“Wait—wait, wait… what?”
His brows knit, confusion and fear tightening his expression. I hesitate for a moment to answer him. How much of w
