KARIMA HEART
I tried to swallow, but even that also felt impossible, my throat locked tight. My brain was rebooting all over again.
But… how the hell does Malcom know about this? And why has he been sitting on it for God knows how long? That was the strangest part. So why bring it up now?
Questions just kept crashing into each other in my head until he finally broke the silence.
"I know you love acting stubborn whenever people tell you not to do something," he said, his voice low, controlled, not a single trace of yelling this time. "And I can bet right now you’re planning to do the same with me. But please… just this once, listen. Stay away from Owian. Stay away from Mum too."
It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even an order. It was softer, scarier, like my life itself was tied to whateve
