CHAPTER 47

"But your face . . . " I question, confused. Jake looks up at me from under his thick dark lashes. "My face is the consequence of my line of work." Jake explains, choosing his words carefully. I scrunch my face up in confusion and take a small step towards him. He immediately knows my intentions and shakes his head, looking apologetic. "I can't say Muffin." I pause for a few moments before nodding. If he didn't want to or couldn't tell me, I wouldn't press the subject further. I take a hand...