Chelsea

Chelsea

He seemed caught completely off guard by my question. Alastair, with his chin held high, had his back resting against the wall. His eyes fluttered in confusion as he responded, "What are you talking about?" It was clear that he was not expecting me to remember what had happened while I was under the influence of the desires, and he seemed to think that would give him an advantage.

Determined not to let him manipulate me, I stood my ground and insisted, "You know." My voice came out hoarse and insistent, a reflection of the pain and frustration that were slowly overpowering me. My breath was getting heavier with every passing second.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "No, I don't," he replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. I could tell he didn't like lying, and his expression was so transparent that it was easy to see through his façade.

A sarcastic smile played on my lips as I retorted, "I thought you hated liars." I wanted to remind him that he was a