Skye's P.O.V.
“Skye,” Lila started, her voice sharp and biting and tipsy,
“I hate how you don’t want to show off your talent. You’re ridiculously talented, and yet you just… hide it.”
I blinked, taken aback by her sudden change in tone.
"Lila, it's not that simple—"
“Not that simple?” She cut me off, crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, whether, from the cold or the alcohol, I couldn’t tell.
“It’s like you’re keeping secrets from me, Skye. As if you are keeping yourself hidden from me, and I hate that.”
I frowned, my heart tightening at the frustration in her voice and the honesty in her drunken personality.
“I’m not trying to keep anything from you, Lila. Some things are just… personal.”
“Personal? We’ve been living together for two weeks now, and you’re
