I Feigned Amnesia, So He Gave Me to His Brother
Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank.
I silently clenched my fists.
Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.”
“There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile.
This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.