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“I am done, Ali. I am so done with you,” Emily glares at me before she turns around and starts to walk away.
“Emily, stop, please,” I call out to her. She whirls around with a stern look on her face and I feel my throat go dry. “I did this on purpose. I made sure he got away. Cyrus and I had a deal, okay?”
Emily’s gaze softens slightly, “Why didn’t you just tell me that, Ali? Why do you always have to lie like this?”
“I think people see me as a little cutesy thing, but I’m literally the most sardonic person you’ve ever met. […] There was a stage, when I was 3 or 4, where my mom thought I might grow up to be a serial killer.”
I’ve never understood the stereotype that women are more likely to faint at blood
I mean seriously
what do you think we do every month
THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THE WEREWOLF THING
AWH COME ON GUYS THAT WAS A SECRET FOR A REASON
I guess we have to come clean about the cult sacrafices too huh
Well now we do
Damn what about the plan to in slave men?