Chapter 59:

"Are you sure you need that?" Devon watched in sheer amusement. His hands are folding together.

"Yeah, I am sure." She lunged a dress right into the bag.

He ducked, before widening his eyes, he knew that women became a monster when they were packing, but not like this. This woman was the she-devil.

"Arya. I think that-" She cut him off, her eyes sending blaring warnings into his chest.

"Okay, okay, I think I get it now." She rolls her head playfully.

He should smile at her, that seems acceptable, but instead he found himself frowning, those lips pressed into a deep scowl.

"Arya. You can take anything you need."

She lets out an hallow laughter. "Who said I wouldn't?"

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Thirty minutes later. Arya found herself surrounded by her friends. Their eyes flying over to the glass of whiskey and then to her.

Five. Four.

"Arya, you almost got killed?!"

"Someone's trying to kill you?!"

"What in the hell?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Fucking bullshit."

Arya dragged her hands over her lips, before s