REED POV:
I didn't want to lie.
Not to her.
Not now—especially when we were just starting to build something, however small or fragile it was. But I also couldn't tell her the truth. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But I was supposed to answer the question… and the truth? The truth was a loaded gun pointed at everything we were starting to build.
So, I did what any cornered idiot would do.
I stalled.
"Clark?" I repeated, faking a thoughtful frown, hoping she couldn't hear the alarm bells screaming in my head. "I think I've heard that name before…"
I avoided her eyes, focusing on the empty plate she'd just pushed aside. Then, casually—too casually—I added, "Who is he to you?"
Yeah. Classic deflection.
Not my proudest moment.
But her question wasn't simple. Not for me. Not for Blaze. And definitely not for the supernatural mess we were neck-deep in.
Because the truth? The truth could break her.
And I wasn't sure she'd ever forgive us if it came from my mouth.
