HAVEN
I freeze, my tongue feels heavy and I'm too stunned by the questions he keeps throwing at me.
I seriously can't believe he's asking me this crap? Secret conversations with Ryder? I glare up at his scowling dark facial expression.
I cross my arms over my chest portraying a very stubborn attitude.
"And what if we've had conversations? Are we now going to suggest a freaking mouth and earpiece taped to my body?"
"Haven.." he warns. Taking another step in my direction, I don't step back. If I cower, that will only give him more leverage over me.
"What, Aamon? What?" I lift arms up in frustration. "I don't need to freaking report to you about conversations that I have with people."
"Don't stir this away from the real topic here, Haven, We're not talking about other people, we're tal
