MIA’S POV
My throat felt tight, my breathing restricted. My screen went blurry for a split second.
In your previous life, what happened? How did you die?
My fingers grew numb and icy.
No.
No, that couldn't be happening... He was playing with me.
He had to be.
I stared at the screen searching for something safe to say something innocent, something that didn’t give me away.
The truth already burned its way up my throat...
Poison,
a glass of champagne,
Lily's smile,
Jason's silence,
father's indifference...
Don't say it.
My fingers paused above the keys.
Slowly...
Carefully...
I typed:
Me: I have no idea what you are talking about.
A lie.
And an obvious one. He was sure to see through it.
Ethan didn't respond immediately.
That was even worse.
Etha
