126 A Sour Turn

Scarlett’s POV

I ignore the ice coke.

As if I would reach out for it and give Ava a good laugh!

I got myself some mashed potatoes and some salad, but nothing on the table lures me like the hot, steamy bowl right in front of me. No one is even touching it, and I can’t, not with something cold to go with. I guess I can settle for a cup of ice water…

I glare at the plain, boring water. I don’t want it..

My eyes dart to the kitchen. Maybe there is more coke in there? The Fullers don’t drink sodas. Having a daughter fighting death every day does that — they eat and do everything to the extremely healthy. But maybe–

“The coke came with the order,” Sebastian suddenly says, with an innocent tone no less, as if he didn’t just see through my thoughts, “The restaurant? They surely know how to enjoy a good buffalo wing.”

too! I begin to regret pushing the coke away. Yes, the jerk got it, but the coke was innocent. I shouldn’t have

It’s all on him!

glare at the devil who single–handedly ruined my dinner, and in

wing!

him, squeezing words out of my

it before,” He waves the poor, unappreciated piece of chicken in his fingers, “it doesn’t mean I won’t like it once I

fork, and look at him, a taunting smile on

a very

a stingy hornet’s nest — everywhere his lips touch the meat, his body wants to fall back when his mind orders him to save face. He lets out a long groan when he

his pain does

table, my fist supporting my head so

you enjoy your new experience very much, Mr. Knight,”

up, “the ice coke puts the oil

talk. With a bone held in

to it? By

coke with buffalo wings?”

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