“I gotta ask—which one of them are you fucking?” I groan and Mads leans forward, shooting our friend an unimpressed look. “You promised you weren’t going to pressure her,” Mads snaps, more than a little annoyance in her tone. “It’s been weeks since she moved back in with them,” Roquel whines. “I haven’t asked, but I gotta know. It’s killing me inside.” “I can kill you on the outside, if you prefer,” I offer. Mads smacks my side, obviously thinking I’m joking. I’m not. “Enough, both of you,” Mads demands.
