“All I wanted was a lazy Sunday, but now I have to kill you.” I throw my hands in the air. How did it come down to this. Me standing in front of the boy I’ve loved my whole life in one of the castles damp stone prison cells, sword in hand, Weston Cooper casually standing in front of me arms crossed.
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried Hay Hay, even if you could, you wouldn’t” he boops my nose and ...