"Then you should tell her the truth, Nicki," Cyrus said, his eyes wide and bold, looking up at Nikolas.
Nikolas inhaled deeply as he turned his gaze away from Cyrus, letting the kid's words sink into him.
Hell, he knew the only option was to tell the truth. He had always hated secrets and lies, and the fact that he was the one now on the other end of the rope disgusted him so much.
But he was scared of what would happen after he told her the truth.
"Then I have to tell her the truth," Nikolas repeated, surprised that he was actually getting advice from a five-year-old who happened to know a lot more than someone his age should.
"Yes, Nicki! Tell her the truth, and she won't leave," Cyrus said childishly, jumping off the swing.
However, due to his small frame and the improper force he used, he landed roughly on the ground.
He bruised himself. He let out a silent sigh as he grunted in pain before standing up, his knee bleeding heavily.
