Nico
“Didn’t you say you wanted to tell me something?” I demanded, watching as Gianna pulled on her athleisure, which was unnecessary. Today, I was only going to start by giving her a tour of the armory and getting her acquainted with weapons. She turned around, and her expression changed.
She seemed…scared?
“Yes,” she nodded, not meeting my gaze.
“Then tell me,” She shuffled around, pulling out a pair of sports shoes. Was she biding her time for some reason?
“Gianna…” I probed, stalking over to her. “What is it?” Gianna sighed and then gazed up at me. There was clearly something.
“I will tell you tonight,” she said. “I promise.” I frowned at her. Why was she dodging this? What was it that she wanted to tell me?
“No. Tell me now,” I grimaced. “I hate suspense, Gianna. You know
