Chapter 55:
meet the bloodbriars
I don’t like girly girls.
Too loud.
Too performative.
Too… artificial.
They remind me of noise.
Of school.
Of everything I left behind.
“…You’re biased,” Diana says.
“…I’m correct.”
She smirks slightly.
“…You’re selective.”
“…I prefer quality,” I reply.
She leans closer.
“…And you chose me.”
“…Yes.”
Pause.
“…Good answer,” she murmurs.
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