{Music Recommendation: Wicked Game ~ Ursine Vulpine & Annaca}
Inside the car, Mila kept squeezing her hands. She finally said something to Zyran, but he just asked her to get in the car. He didn't even care about her truth or even her.
Mila didn't know why he hated her so much, even when she had tried to speak to him.
She kept wondering if she had said something bad when she spoke to him, or was it his name? Did she not say his name? What exactly had she said to him? Mila tried to track back and think about what exactly she had said to him that was wrong.
Lying bitch? Was it that? Mila nodded; she shouldn't have said the lying bi—
"Do you always chew your nails?"
"Lying bitch!"
An awkward silence reigned in the car.
Zyran didn't stop the car; he turned to look at the girl, his head tilted. "What did you say to me?"
