“We need to talk, Theon,” Thea somberly said.
I smiled at her. “Sure, why not.”
“What’s wrong with you and Trisha?!” Thea asked, arms crossing over her chest.
“Nothing is wrong with me? Ask her!” I replied, sitting on the bed,
“I've asked her Theon, and she said you questioned her why she’s with me!?” Thea snorted, “Why did you have to say that!?”
I gave Thea a smug smirk, “I don’t like her presence, to tell you the truth,” I honestly said. “I think Trisha is a user, and she smells trouble to me,” I added.
Thea’s mouth parted, “What the hell, Theon? Trisha, a user?” She scoffed, “What the poor lady had done to you to deserve this cold treatment?”
“A lot, Thea,”
“Then tell me!” Thea puffed, palming her forehead.
Inhaling a deep breath, “She made some advancement towards me,
