Demetrio's expression hardens further, his fists clenching as he fights the whirl of emotions rising within him, keeping his gaze on Amethyst.
He knows what he's asking her, and what the truth might be to them repairing their relationship. After this, there may no longer be a chance for the two of them to reconcile...
"Tell me..." he repeats, his voice cold as he blinks a few times at her. "...what you did, Amethyst." He speaks slowly.
She closes her eyes, the shame so overwhelming she can barely stand, tears continuing to stream freely down her face. Her mind races back to that night—the flashing lights, the numbing haze of alcohol and drugs, the hands on her body, the faces blending together.
She remembers how lost she felt, trying to fill a void that was widening inside her after t
