❝———Takes one to know one, right?❞
He could’ve figured that out faster. Nothing’s
righteous and honest anymore. Nothing’s to
be trusted. Disappointing, really.
“I can’t deny that.” There’s a smirk on painted
red lips. “–But nobody is perfect, am I right?”
The trollop is a cynic, yet quite amused, in all
honesty. And it’s not just the gin in her system.