"Then maybe I'm not a werewolf."
María José took a step back, her lips parting. "Are you saying you're a witch?"
"I'm saying we can stop pretending now." I took a step forward. "You know I'm not the real Mateo. You can't even play it well. You're too soft to lie properly, María José. Don't try it again."
The day when I'll kill Axel, I would make sure he pays for all the things he had put her through. Like making her try too hard to lie.
Her mouth opened, then closed. Her throat bobbed up and down as she gulped. "I don't…"
"Don't," I cut in. "Don't insult me. I knew the moment I stepped into that house last night. You're no spy. You're no actress. You could barely look me in the eye."
She clenched her fists. "I didn't say anything because…"
"Because you didn't want to blow Axel's plan. I know."
She looked up sharply, horrified that her secret wasn't a secret.
I smirked. "Yes, it was that obvious."
