LILA
Tony's smile lingered, a mix of amusement and something deeper that made my skin crawl. I wanted to snap back at him, to say something that would wipe that smug look off his face, but the words caught somewhere between my throat and my fear.
"Callous much?" I finally managed, the bitterness in my voice barely masking the tremor underneath. "You lied about knowing me? Just to prove a point?"
He tilted his head slightly, considering my accusation. "I guess I did. I'm sorry if it hurt, but I needed you to understand. Witches aren't that different from regular people. We're just... a little bit special."
"Special?" I echoed, the word tasting like ash on my tongue. "You think this is special?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care. I was angry, and I needed him
