Chapter Seventy

Justin’s POV

“Who is he? Please tell me.” Ayva repeated. I glanced down at my drink, swirling my cup before meeting her gaze again. How did she remember that? Even I had almost forgotten that I’d said something like that.

“I… don’t know who he is.” As much as I felt ashamed to say my next words, I did, admitting that I didn’t know who he was. “That time, I got the wrong person.” The way her face fell made me feel guilty. She looked so disappointed and I felt as if I was to blame. Of course, I was. I should have never said those words then without doing appropriate findings. I should have made sure that I was right about who the masked man was before telling her anything about it.

“Oh.” She said, leaning back in her seat and abandoning her drink. “I thought you did. For a second I thought I could finally get rid of my fears.” I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear the last part of her statement but I did anyway and that only made me feel more guilty. She’d hoped she’d be able to put th