"Was it fun to lie to me?" Noah's voice made my weary eyes fight to open. I was pressed into the bed by his heavy, surprisingly muscular frame. The only light in the room was the faint glow of moonlight creeping through the open window.
"Lie?" I gulped, my hands wanting to instinctively reach for my dagger, but it was not there. Wrong life. I miss my blades.
Seeing his pitch-black eyes searching mine for answers I felt my mind wander back to that night.
Noah had caught Hannah drinking in a guest room, similar to this one. Hannah had snuck a few bottles of wine, put on her headphones, and tried to escape to oblivion alone in her room. Only it wasn't her room.
Noah had snatched the headphones off her ears, causing her to splash the almost empty red wine all over his chest before dropping the bottle onto the now stained cream carpet.
