“It really looks like you could use a drink,” Isabella said, lifting the glass higher.
Fuck it.I needed something to get me through this terrible discussion. I grabbed the glass Isabella was offering and swallowed the liquid in one big gulp, feeling the burn down my throat.
“Feeling better?” Isabella’s words were slurred.
Or was I hearing them slurred? I tried to shake my head, but I felt dizzy. Dizzier than I should have after one drink. I wasn’t exactly a lightweight. “What did you put in here?” I said.
Isabella smiled her wicked smile. “Nothing. You feel better because you’re with me.” She put her hand on my chest and it was like I could feel her coldness seeping into me. The exact opposite of how Penny made me feel. I tried to push her away but my arms were suddenly really heavy.
“You drugged me, you psychotic bitch.”
“Language,” she said. “You know I hate when you curse. And I didn’t drug you. That would be crazy. And I’m not crazy anymore. You know I got help with that, darling.” Her eyes narrowed at me.
She most certainly was still crazy. My vision blurred and then blacked out completely. I knew better than to come here. Once you make a deal with the devil…you can’t escape the darkness.
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