Amelia
"You're not making any sense, Amelia." He gulps down his drink and puts the empty glass down on the table. It's the only thing separating us, this table. "You're only here because of that name. You went through a whole lot of trouble to get it. So, why didn't you give them what they wanted?"
"I already told you why."
He's silent for a moment. A slender tail of ash forms at the end of his cigarette. He doesn't seem to notice. His expression remains inscrutable. I don't know how he'll interpret my answer, but I certainly won't tell him the real reason why. I used it once, I won't do it again. However, the last time, it wasn't true. I didn't feel anything for him back then.
"Well, then," he says, tapping at his cigarette. "I guess we have nothing left to discuss."
He pulls his
