Liv sighed as she leaned back on the bed in her arms and stared at Ash blankly. “What about Scar?”
Ash looked around his room, the small collection of potted plants lit by the bedside table lamp in the corner. Or the windows with the small windowsills built into the window and the stack of papers he had thrown onto one of them. He inhaled and could smell the weed lingering in the air as he finally turned to stare at his sister.
“We both know, Liv. Don’t play dumb; it doesn’t suit you.”
“Would you believe me if I said that he’s in a fake relationship with Erza?” she asked, looking at the ground instead of at him. She was in her pyjamas, purple silk button down and pants. She had always said sleeping in silk felt amazing, so most of her night clothes were made of silk.
Ash frowned at her
