~DANTE~
I couldn't look away from her piercing gaze as she waited for me to give her an answer.
Did I come here for her, or did I come for Anya?
I already knew the answer to that question. I didn't need to think twice.
I was here for Willow. Only Willow. My promise to Anya had nothing to do with my decisions tonight.
However, for some reason, the following words that came out of my mouth were the exact opposite.
"Anya would have wanted me to be there for you tonight." I lie. "She wouldn't have wanted you to land yourself in more trouble. I was doing what she would have wanted me to do."
All lies—all of it.
Why the hell couldn't I just tell her the truth? Why did it scare me to admit that I came here for her?
Was I afraid that she would take it the wrong way? Was I terrified
