Genevieve:
"You've been as quiet as a mouse. Everything okay?" Emre inquired, a touch of concern etching across his face as I climbed into bed and let out a sigh.
"Yeah, everything's fine," I fibbed. Truth be told, nothing was fine anymore. I was anxious about what Finch had spilled. If he spilled the beans about my run-in with Wolvin, they'd all turn against me. I needed to find the right moment to come clean.
"You don't look fine," he remarked, and as soon as he said that, a sharp ache shot through my body. I shut my eyes, trying to suppress the pain, wondering if it was a result of my encounter with Wolvin. No denying it, he left me sore, even when he was being gentle.
"Genie!" Emre nearly gasped, making me wonder what had just happened. He was peering into my eyes when Caspian ente
