"I've already mentioned how I feel about you lying, Spitfire," I said sternly.
"My back isn't bothering me that much anymore. I actually have some painkillers in my bag. I was planning on taking them on the way home," I explained.
"You're going to take them now," Saber ordered, getting up from the couch. "And you're going to sit."
Realizing it was best not to argue, I complied with his request.
"No one will like you if you're constantly arguing," Nan chimed in.
"Thanks, Nan. Although, this time, I think not arguing might be the best idea," I replied.
Winning a fight against Drake Saber seemed nearly impossible. He definitely seemed like the type who would fight dirty.
I moved over to the couch and sat down as Saber disappeared into the attached bathroom.
"If she had stayed where I
