I took the bottle and shoved the rest of the burning liquid down my throat. As I did so, I expected her to punch me right in the gut and make me throw it up but that didn’t happen.
I set the bottle down. “Wow, you’re tamer than I remember though—”
That was the moment she lunged. Her hands found the collar of my shirt, and she yanked me towards her, her face twisted in fury. “Do you want me to beat the s**t out of you?”
“Not really, no,” My throat burned and it felt like I was under the sun directly for a few seconds, but after a while, I was looking at Remy and smiling. “But that reminds me of how you were. Before you left. Remember?”
She stared at me for a while, then sighed and backed away to her seat. “I don’t know what the f**k you’re talking about.”
Fuck, why am I such a lightwe
