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It was a minute before either of them answered.
Tatum
What the hell happened between you?
Brynn
Whyyyy does this document exist?
Tatum
We’re definitely missing some context, Miles
I shoved a hand through my hair, realizing it was still up in a bun when I wrecked said bun.
More frustration swelled within me.
Me
Shit happened. I don’t want to talk about said shit.
Tatum
MILES
Brynn
Mileyyyyy
Tatum
We’re going to be forced to take Zander’s side on this very logical document until we hear more of the story.
I huffed, and hit the button to video call them both. All of our faces popped up on the screen, and both Tatum’s and Brynn’s eyes widened when they saw me.
“Holy hell, you look better than you have in months,” Tatum said.
I blinked, taken aback by the comment.
“Your eyes are brighter. Your face looks clearer, too,” Brynn added. “What happened?”
I was getting tired of that question.
“I tried to enact my plan.” My voice was clipped. “I went to the nightclub, since I drank some of Zander’s blood yesterday. He tracked my phone and found me there, then dragged me to a booth before I had the chance to drink anyone else’s blood.”
Their eyes widened further.
I continued, “He took off his shirt and told me that I was clearly hungry, and needed to drink. I said no, and ran. He… caught me, and brought me back to my apartment. Then, he proceeded to make me drinktwelveblood bags, typed up this ridiculous document, and left.”
Brynn blinked.
Tatum did too.
“How hungry were you?” Tatum finally asked.
“And why did you pause before you said caught?” Brynn tagged on.
I scowled. “That’s not important.”
