“I’m not your enemy.” He offers. His voice takes a gentle turn. I raise my brow at that. Not willing to trust him so quickly and naively.

Everyone seems like an enemy now that I’ve lost my family and got betrayed by that one guy I trusted. I’m not willing to form new alliances at this point of my life.

“You can trust me.” The man offers, gazing at me with a gentle look.

Initially he had an unreadable expression plastered on his face. But ever since he revealed his intentions, ...