L E I L A N I
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the photo. The smug look on Nadia's face.
"Why is there a photo of you and her in your wallet, Fenrir?" I asked, my voice cracking. "From when you were young. Why do you still carry it around."
He opened the wallet and pulled out the photo. He looked at it for a long moment, a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret? Nostalgia?
"We were friends, Leilani," he said, his voice soft. "Best friends. For years. That picture has been there for years, I’m surprised you never noticed it. Nadia and I go way back. We have never seen each other as more than that."
"Then why does she act like she owns you? Like you belong to her?"
"Because she's... complicated," he said, choosing his words carefully. "She's had a hard life. She clings to t
