NIRELLE

I take a step back, ready to run away as Michael had said, but before my brain can process running away, Zane takes a step inside and rushes to him. He pulls him by the hand and then glances at me. I can't believe I am the bad child. My first instinct was to save myself, to run just because he had said it was okay, and Zane, all he thought about was running towards him.

"Go get that lady." Zane's request broke through my thought wall. I stood there blinking at him as I tried to ...