FIONA
Every head turned towards Ethan’s voice that was suddenly beside me and their gazes shifted from him to me.
My stomach dropped. I wanted to dissolve into a puddle of water and seep away through the cracks beneath their shoes.
Elbows deep in blood, Ethan’s uncle lifted his head as well and his expression hardened immediately.
“No.” He turned away. “Someone hand me some thread.”
That was it. He had dismissed me without even a second look. But Ethan was not about to let this go.
“Uncle, you have to let her try.”
The man glared at his nephew. “Actually, Ethan I don’t. This is my call and I will not risk this man’s life any further for something I am certain will be a waste of our time.” His eyes slid to me before looking away again. “Where is the moon-blasted thread!”
I felt my
