CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
LAMON’S POV
I’ve known what its like to be at the end of the weakest point; to feel like there no way forward or back. To be at the bottom of a barrel and all you can think of, is how much you wish you had even just a little bit of control. I had been nine when I learned that bitter truth. To me, that had always been the definition of weakness. Until today, when I spent an entire half-a day, checking my phone every second and the entrance, hoping that somehow that brat would walk in here and claim he wanted to be part of my ridiculous quest. That fear had terrorized me in ways I never thought possible. Well, until he called and now here, I was, at a restaurant, waiting for him to come to dinner.
Had I made a huge mistake with this? In my head, I knew certainly I was
