Snatching my gun up off the dresser, I used it to point to her closet, indicating that I wanted her to start packing or I would need to continue to do it for her. She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, okay, fine. You owe Stephanie an apology, though. That was fucked up, Vox.” I smirked at her and shrugged. Next time, listen to me, little bee.
