“How… how could I be?” she stutters.
“A drug dealer?” my friend puts the question to her, with very little discretion. Damn it, Dylan! Do you think she’d tell you if she was one?
“Who? Me?” she says, aiming big eyes at him. “How can you think of such bullshit?” she asks almost upset, jumping up and putting her hands on her hips. This is the first time she is freaked out about something, and I admit, I like it. I did sense that there is a passionate nature behind the meek little girl’s mask.
“Don’t lose your head, okay?” Dylan directs her, even though he is just as upset. “Liam found you in the street, half dead, with injuries on your body. What the hell are we supposed to think?”
“I wasn’t half dead,” she folds her arms stubbornly at her front.
“You were unconscious, is that right, ma
