Chapter 118
- “Not anymore than you did,” I answered. He looked up at me, shrugged, and went back to picking on his food. “I want to see Daryl,” I blurted out.
- His face reddened, his fork fell noisily on his plates, and he looked up sharply at me.
- “Why will you want to see that douchebag after all he did to you?” He growled.