As soon as we arrived back home, Rose grabbed my hand and pulled me into her room, slamming the door shut behind us. The anger radiating from her eyes was palpable and I couldn't help but feel like I was standing too close to an open flame.
"What the hell was that about?" she snarled, her voice dripping with venom.
I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could utter a single word, she cut me off.
"Don't even try to give me some half-assed excuse. I know you're feeling just fine," she seethed.
"How can you be so sure? I could be dying right now," I argued.
"Liam!" she whined, pulling at her hair in frustration. "Why did you have to drag me out of the club? I was having such a great time! Did the old man send you to fetch me?" she asked, accusingly.
I shook my head vehemently. "No,
