“I'm not in a brothel, am I?”
Lindee's laugh became annoying.
“What? Spill it, or I swear. I don't care if I fall out of this bed.” I drew the covers off myself. The chill of air on my legs unwelcomed, but I had to go through with my fake charge to get her to answer me.
“No, no! Wait!” She was making with the halting signs with her hands again. “You won't believe me.”
“Just tell me.”
“Gosh. Who do I start with?”
“Bill,” I said. He was the most handsome man out of all of them.
“Um, he's like this guy who wanted to date you but you wouldn't because he was like this fallen angel, or descendant of fallen angels? Something. But he's sooooo hot, I can't believe you turned him down.”
I stared at her. “Alright, if you don't want to tell me the truth—”
“I am! Believe me! Stefan Capella? He
