Davina's POV

“No.” I narrowed my eyes at her.

We’d been down this road before, too.

“I wish you’d just tell me about him,” she sighed. “Properly. I’m dyin’ to know.”

“It’s not worth telling, trust me.”

She smiled, a rare moment of seriousness amidst the never-ending stream of off-color teasing. “The fact that you refuse to say much about your past tells me that it’s definitely worth telling.”

“You know more than anyone else in this town already.”

“Only ...