“Hours,” I say simultaneously. “Damn, Violet.” Dain runs a hand through his damp hair. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get breakfast?” “No, dumbass, she doesn’t, obviously.” Xaden’s snide commentary fills my head. “Knock that the fuck off,” I toss back. “No thank you.” “Look who figured it out.” Xaden’s mouth quirks upward for a heartbeat.
yyyyeeeeeeeeessssss!!! now you can trash talk everyone to eachother without anyone knowing hahahaha
