Chapter 25
“You know, Alec used to be dark and handsome, too,” Amber said thoughtfully as she applied a deep cherry lip gloss. “When it was dark, he was handsome!”
Everyone groaned.
The flight from Montana had been mercifully silent while we all slept, but as soon as we’d climbed into our new rental car in Bennington, Amber had started cracking bad jokes again. Most of them were at Alec’s expense, but she wasn’t sparing anyone from her hackneyed jibes.
“Aw, come on guys! Don't take life so seriously, you won't get out alive.” And then she honest to goodness cackled.
“Ugh, Amber, how can you be so alert after less than five hours sleep?” I moaned.
“Well, I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you,” she mocked.
“If I throw a stick, will you go away?” Dorian growled.
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