I don’t think that’s a good idea, Alec. But it was good to see you. I’m glad you’re doing well.” I freeze and stare at her in disbelief. Less than a handful of people call me Alec, and never in public. She’d have to be close to my family to know my nickname. “What did you call me?” I ask, anger running through my veins. “I’m sorry. I have to go,”
and u know in your soul... it's time to go hihihihihi
