Page 128 of Sorrow & Strangers

The whole thing.

I narrow my eyes and look around. Didn’t I make a rule that he couldn’t watch me? Wait, did I? And does this mean he watches Alice too? I don’t like feeling angry at the thought, and I like it even less when I identify a sliver of jealousy at the root of the emotion.

Summer

You can see inside Alice’s room?

Do you watch her too?

He starts typing immediately.

Unknown

No. I am well acquainted with your stubborn nature. So I runed the vial to tell me how much has been consumed.

I don’t drink the rest, and I draft a few messages before I have the courage to press send.

Summer

About my texts from last night.

Unknown

They were most intriguing.

But tragically, the promise of me was not tempting enough to get you home expeditiously. We’ll definitely need to work on that, little fae.

Summer

They didn’t mean anything. I was under the influence.

Unknown

Which means you would have been more truthful with your desires. How interesting.

I bristle at his message, practically able to hear his smirk through the phone.

Summer

I was just drugged and out of my right mind.

Unknown

It seems someone is embarrassed about how they asked me to “murder my pussy with your massive cock.”

I cringe. He’s not lying. It’s a direct quote, and it’s within complete context.

Summer

I was drugged, my dude.

Internally, I’m dying because I am sure that at that moment, it was what I wanted. I have no doubt, because at times I’ve wanted it even when I’m completely sober.

Unknown

I know. I have taken care of the party responsible.

I frown, some instinctual alarm making my shoulders tighten with tension.