<< Demons (Philosophical Sessions) - Jacob Lee >>
Love lifted the bottle silently, grimacing against the burn as the strong spirit ran down her throat.
"Why? It wasn't your fault, you know that." Ezra frowned at her in confusion.
But Love simply shook her head, "That isn't part of the game. You just said I needed to drink, not explain myself. My turn."
Ezra smirked at her cold response, "Alright."
"You know something about what happened, and you're not telling me what it is because you think I can't handle it." She stated bluntly, looking away from his face and passing him the bottle before he could ask for it.
His lips pulled down into a grimace as he lifted it and took a sip.
Love continued to stare off at the wall, her face cold and indifferent, "What is it this time? I thought we were done with you keeping secrets from me. I'm not some fragile little doll."
