MAVERICK.
I swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed as Lisa led me back upstairs after we had breakfast. I was sure that if a swallow could bruise a throat, then mine would've become all the deep colors considering the number of times I have swallowed in such a short time period.
Damn!
I wasn't sure I had ever been this nervous. Or maybe I had been when I was planning to face Hibba with an explanation for all my s**t.
But this... this is a different type of nervousness. This was ripping me apart on the inside, yanking at every nerve that had held my sanity together through breakfast, festing and chipping at it like an insect would to something it found fascinating. Yeah, that kind.
My hands were clammy, sweat dripping down my neck as we continued the journey, neither of us saying a s
