Anya blinked, her smile faltering. “Gabrielle… I—”
I shook my head, cutting her off. “No. Don’t. I want the truth. What did you tell her about me while I was gone?”
Her hands fidgeted at her sides. “I… I didn’t say anything bad. I just—”
“Just what?” I pressed, my voice low but harsh. “I was gone for one night and all of a sudden she hates me? She’s a child, Anya. She listens to everything adults say. I need to know what she thinks of me, what you made her think of me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you drunk, Gabrielle? What reason would I have to make Lila hate you?”
“You tell me.”
Her eyes darted away, and I could see the guilt creeping across her face. “She was curious as to why I wasn’t spending time with her and Damon as much as I used to. I… may have mentioned that he’s married to y
