LAMIA

Kellen met me by the dining room entrance. I rounded the corner to find him propped up against the wall, legs and arms crossed and his head cast down. I felt his nerves pour out of him in waves.

“Hey,” I called out to him as I approached. I took a deep breath as I stood before him, summoning the courage I needed at that moment.

He lifted his head, his ocean-blue eyes meeting mine “Hey, Lamia” he began. I lifted my hand and pressed my index finger to his lips. ...