“Someone who had a connection with them?” Lycidas uttered.
Honestly, it’s too complicated. We don’t know who my parents’ friends were or someone they had a connection with, but since I can’t just disregard that, especially when Ezekiel told me that he had no idea what I was throwing at him—I had no choice. I need to dig more, even if it will take time.
“Yes. Years ago—when they were still young just like us,” I spoke before leaning back on the swivel chair. “Everyone who talked to them or something.”
“It will take years, Destin,” Sereia commented.
I’m aware of that scenario. I mean, it’s not an easy task, but I know we can find them if we double our effort. If only I didn’t let the anger control my body, I wouldn’t be in danger—I wouldn’t get seduced by Ezekiel. But I shouldn’t be thin
