Elizabeth's Pov
"Why do you think I hate Darius?" Winston asked, his voice low and dangerous. I wasn't expecting the question from him but then, there was nothing wrong about it. If he needed an answer, then I was ready to give him.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I don't know for sure," I replied cautiously. "But I can't help but notice how you always seem to be putting him down, making fun of him, and just generally treating him like he's beneath you," I answered, plainly, not giving myself any room to hide my mind from him. It was better to let him know the truth.
Winston scoffed. "I don't hate him," he said dismissively. "I just don't like him. He's a whiny little brat who always gets his way."
"That's not true," I countered. "Darius is a good person. He's kind
