"Wait." She held onto his arm. When he paused, she grabbed a handful of his shirt as leverage. "Who is he? Did he tell you?"
"He didn't need to. He is a West." He placed a hand over her fist but it was no consolation.
He had come to the same conclusion as them and it was not a good thing. This was tragic. It would mean the Wests knew what really went down with Gabriel.
"What does he want?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer. She just didn't want to accept it.
"He wants back whatever shares of The West we have." He let go of her hand and pried hers off his shirt, soothing her with a kiss. "I have to go."
He was hiding something, she could feel it. She grabbed onto his wrist before he could get out of her reach, earning an impatient sigh.
"Zaria,"
"Are you telling the truth, that they asked for the shares?" She pushed.
"Not explicitly but that's the only thing we owe them." He once again avoided her gaze.
