Maxwell
I have no idea what has come over Charlie. The pained look on her face says it’s more than just her hand hurting. We enter our room with her arm intertwined with mine, but as soon as the door slams shut, she rips her arm away. I brace myself for the storm that’s about to come my way.
“You need to explain yourself,” she says in a calm voice.
“I know I should have told you about the kiss…and about the bloodletting, but I knew it would only make you more nervous.”
“Not that, Maxwell. You need to explain what Benjamin said. I waited for you to say something about it first, but you remained quiet the whole ride over here. Is it true, that I’m the only female that’s a direct descendant from the Travors bloodline? That you’re ending my life because I’m your last chance at having a mea
