JESSIE
Pride has been grumpily ever since we met Greed and Viktor a few days ago. He hardly spoke and would dare not look at me if not needed.
Our last conversation was brief and straight forward. We were on our way home from the nightclub.
“Are you interested in Viktor?” He asked in a clipped tone.
Confused, I scrunch up my nose. I only just met him. “No?”
He nods approvingly. “Good. Never speak with him again.”
“What happened? Did he do something?”
A brief look of rage flashes through his dark grey eyes. “Yes. He existed.”
And that was our last conversation.
I was still really confused about his actions from that night. He was the one that basically left me with Viktor. Pride left his usual seat beside me and gave it to another man.
Was he giving me away?
I’d be lying if I
