"Word of mouth is faster than you can predict, no matter how hard you try to keep it as a secret. She is bound to find out one way or the other."
The sentence uttered by the long, brown wavy-haired Rafeek had been nagging at the back of his mind. If he had not said so in the first place, he would not be troubled by it. Now, everywhere he went, he became wary.
Long gone were the days that he went out with her in the open. He became suspicious of everyone around them, and what was his solution to such a problem? Shield her away from everyone.
It was not her small circle of friends that he was worried about. Otherwise, they would have let her in the know by now, but she still seemed clueless about it.
It was those random strangers who got too excited to talk to her that might spill the beans. As convenient to him as Sara is to avoid strangers, there was no escape from people who would blab passionately, not forgetting those who attended the Blood Red Party.
