Ignite

Remy pushed away the thoughts. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn’t going to be taken out on Sara. He knew his birdy wouldn’t have caused his brother harm. If anything, it would have probably been the other way around.

“I need your trust, and I need your help. I need to know what happened to my brother. Can you give me that, birdy?”

He watched her for a long while, lost in her thoughts. There was a war inside that little mind of hers. Her eyes darted all over the place, her fingers fisted into the doona, and her lips pressed so hard against each other, they paled. Then, finally, after what felt like three centuries to Remy, she took a deep breath and breathed it out, slowly. Her previous turmoil filled posture was now calmed down as she directed her eyes back to his.

Then, “Okay.”

To be continued…