LILITH
“So, do you believe me now?” I asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Dean lounged in the lone armchair beside it.
We were in my current room—the guest room, not the exaggeratedly pink one.
He looked up from the tablet he’d been scrolling through, his tone faintly helpless. “Let me say this one more time—I wasn’t suspecting you. It’s called having reasonable doubt.”
I rolled my eyes. Smooth talker.
“Then why did you sound like you had no idea what you could do?” he pressed, making no effort to hide his confusion.
I’d already expected this question when I decided to show him the tablet.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t exactly tell him: Oh, someone stole my luck and as a side effect, that messed with my memory. He’d probably have me booked for a psychiatric evaluation.
So I we
