Leilani.
For the first couple of minutes after I dropped that bombshell, no one moved nor spoke. And while Maya's arms around my shoulders had long gone slack, Gavin looked like he'd just had a run in with the devil.
His face was ashen and pale, and his lips… oh his lips had long turned into a weird shade of purple.
He stared at me like he was just quite seeing me for the first time, his gaze piercing yet guilty. And then, as if on autopilot, they both began to speak at the same time.
"Leilani, I don't think that's correct—"
"How are you even sure of that, Leilani?"
Their words, so flippantly uttered, made me utterly devastated. My hands balled into fists by my sides and I dug my nails so deep into my skin until I began to bleed.
I could feel my face getting hot and I needed no soothsayer to know that I was probably as red as a beetroot right now, fueled only by my rage. I hissed; "And what makes both of you think that I may be wrong?"
