"Have you gone stupid from all those drugs you took?" Sara asked. Her round brown eyes, like fresh earth after rain, glared at him.
Her lips were beautifully curled into an angry frown, and strands of her long black hair had come loose from her messy bun. Sara was beautiful, but she was much too anxious and careful.
Augustus leaned against the wallpapered wall, doing his best not to roll his eyes.
"I didn't take any drugs. I sold them to someone," he confessed.
Sara's eyes widened at that. "You? You're the one who's been selling it to random people?"
"Not to random people," Augustus said, offended that Sara would think him so stupid.
"To a select few who I know. Besides, the big boss was specific—he wanted chaos. He wants everything to fall apart at the seams, so I was just helping him," he said casually, popping a cigarette from his jacket.
Sara frowned deeply at him, but he ignored it.
The girl didn't like smoke.
