"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 what he was scared of… was what comes after telling 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.
But he landed roughly on the ground due to his small frame and the force he used, which wasn't proper.
He bruised himself. He let out a silent sigh before standing up, knee bleeding slightly.
