Nichole
He'd spoken her name. Reid had told me her name was forbidden. Talks about Avril were a forbidden topic. On this date with me, a date I'd been looking forward to, that got me so excited, and he wanted to talk about Avril.
My blood boiled.
I hated her. I hated her name, I hated her brothers and I hated the way she took off and left him to deal with her mess.
I never want to talk about her even though I knew talking about her was inevitable.
She would come up sometimes. Especially because her brothers continued to interfere with Drego's life. And by interfer I mean, they want to kill him.
"So we're on a date and you want to talk about your late wife?"
Drego scrunched his nose. I could see him contemplating the choice of his next words.
"We've talked about her before. Haven't we? Four years ago."
"So you do remember."