~ ZARA ~
There was a heavily pregnant silence between all three of us, then. I stared at David, pleading for help, he stared back, clearly stunned, and Agatha looked between the two of us, understanding dawning on her face.
"I see," she said quietly, then looked around the room. "I had heard you had a favorite… but I was unwilling to place too much stock in rumor until we'd had a chance to speak."
David licked his lips and tore his eyes from mine, turning back to his old friend and smiling. "It's an indulgence, Agatha. There are three, actually, that I've become familiar with—"
That landed like a punch to the belly.
He'd given his name to Emory and Lizbeth as well?
"Dear Lord, David. Are you so callous to speak about the others in front of each of them? What would your mother say?"
I swallowed a lump of fear and pain and blinked.
Was she… standing up for me?
