Daxton
Verena wore a numb expression, tying her hair into a ponytail before she swallowed the pills begrudgingly and took a long sip of water.
Her face scrunched in disgust for a second. Verena could be dramatic sometimes and the fascinating part, I loved it about her.
Her eyes held mine as she waved her hand frantically, like she had been to hell and back. “No more of this again, please”
I stared at her like she was fire—one I wanted to get burned in—lips curling in amusement. “You started the prescription darling, you would have to finish it. That is how it works,”
Her nose crinkled a bit and then she opened her mouth to speak but closed it. “I think I will make another sandwich. I need to refresh my taste buds and cleanse my mouth of that bitter taste,”
“Make some for me?” I sho
