Emery’s POV
“Tell me a secret,” I said to him.
The drink I had didn’t fog up my mind as I had wanted but instead, it gave me the bravery I didn’t know I needed.
“I don’t have any secrets.”
“Come on,” I replied, nudging him a little. “Everybody has secrets.”
“Not me. I don’t like keeping secrets. It gives me hives.”Sin replies seriously.
I wanted to let out a chuckle at his words but held myself back.
“Then I guess you must have a lot of hives under that shirt.” He looked at me quizzically. I had given him a chance to come clean, but he wasn’t keen on using it. His loss. “Your name isn’t Rodney.”
He stopped for a beat. He must have been deciding whether keeping up the lie was worth it. “How did you know? Did Lacy tell you?”
“Wait, how do you know Lacy?”
“She’s my cousin.”
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