If Ian had thought I was a cold, uncaring person before, his mouth was going to fall flat open to the floor, and he was going to beg for mercy on his knees after the little artful revenge I had planned for him. He was going to think twice before tricking me, sweat thick with fear snaking on his forehead.
"There's something I still don't see," Linda said, chewing the red chubby-button she'd shoved past her thin lips. "If he said he wanted to make a truce with you because he was Buffy's boyfriend, then, wasn't it obvious that he was doing it just for her?"
"Maybe it was, yeah," I mumbled with the last piece of chocolate in my mouth. Whereas I'd engulfed my throat with three mushy bars while pouring out the anger boiling inside me, she'd barely eaten one quarter of the small bag filling her
