the one where a sheltered kook girl joins a group of no-good pogues to try and figure out what her mother is hiding. they uncover a whole load of interconnected, twisted shit.
or ;
alex thornbury knew that her mother was hiding something. she just...
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"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Alex felt her confusion twisting and turning into anger. Hot, bubbling lava in her veins at the sight of his face. "Why are you here?"
Rafe stared at her blankly, calmly, with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "I could ask you the same thing."
She didn't even try to swallow back her scoff. "I have no idea! They freaking kidnapped me off of the beach."
He glanced down at his glass, swirling the amber liquid. "I'm here for a meeting."
"Oh, good. Glad your travel was less traumatic than mine." Sarcasm oozed from her words.
His smile grew, eyes still down, watching his ice. "You look nice."
Turning her back to him so he couldn't look at her anymore, she inspected one of the many elaborate paintings on the walls. "Don't talk to me."
She heard him take a drink. "You started this conversation."
Gaze locked onto a very detailed image of a monkey, her annoyance continued to grow. "And I'm ending it."
