“Amber would never.” Dain shakes his head. “A wingleader would never.” He turns completely to face me. “Get up there and tell everyone that he’s lying, Vi.” “But he’s not,” I say as gently as I can. “It’s impossible.” His cheeks flush a mottled shade of red. “I was there, Dain.” The reality of his disbelief hurts so much more than I expected, like a blow to my already battered ribs. “Wingleaders are beyond reproach—” “Then why are you so quick to call our own wingleader a liar?” My brows rise in challenge, daring him to say what he’s so careful to keep quiet.
oh Dain....You're such an idiot... stop talking with that Dainty little dick of yours.
