Chapter 186 Unspoken

• TESSA
• I could see Benjamin—Ben, as he had introduced himself and insisted we call him. He did look like Ben. His face was too open and eager, as though he wanted to be trusted without earning it.
• And yet, every time his eyes slid toward me or, worse, toward Calla, I felt my chest constrict. There was something strange about the way he looked at us. It wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t simple curiosity either. It was like he carried a memory in his stare, one that refused to stay buried.