“You know, I’m still waiting to know exactly what happened with that imposter during the trial earlier, angel,” he drawled. “I’ve been wrought with curiosity to know exactly what experiences I need to replace in your mind.” She flushed but tilted her nose up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. “If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll just imagine my own version of events. I’m sure it would be more creative anyway.”
