"No! I swear!" She yelled back.
There was a beat of silence before the man spoke again, much calmer now.
"If Savage finds drugs in his system... I'm holding you responsible," he stated dangerously.
"How's that even fair? What if someone else did it?" she spat. "You can't just blame me without proof!"
"Then you better hope I don't ever fu.cking find proof, Delight," he spat right back. "And I certainly hope you don't think I won't be telling Feral all about this tomorrow either. You think he hated your guts before? You just fu.cking assaulted him-"
"He wanted it, and you can't prove otherwise," she rushed out.
The man laughed, but it was a cold, sinister sound.
"You're right about that too, I suppose," he replied. "But I seriously doubt that sober Feral will agree."
"Wait, War-"
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