XXII. Lies
"When are you going to stop telling me these stupid lies?"
Daphne didn't think she'd felt so angry in a very long time. It wouldn't have annoyed her so much if Blaise had bothered to tell the truth – but here he was again, lying through his pearly white teeth.
"I'm not lying," Blaise protested.
"Yes. You are. I know you are. I saw you!" Daphne cried. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Lisa Turpin," Daphne replied in the iciest tone she could muster. "Again. You told me you'd stop seeing her. You said you loved me. You promised." She hissed under her breath and tried to resist the urge to curse him into oblivion, tried to resist the urge to start sobbing. "Are you ever going to stop lying to me?"
Blaise didn't reply. The coward.
