As I started to wake, I heard Dylan and Amora still talking. I’m not sure where we were now, but I had assumed that we were back at the hotel. I should have told them I was awake and shouldn’t have eavesdropped, but I was curious to see if Amora knew anything about the girls who attacked me. More importantly, what was all this about Veronica? I felt like she was such a pivotal part of all of this like I was somehow missing something. Something told me that I wasn’t getting all the information, and I needed to know what the hell was going on.
“Dylan, you need to start taking some responsibility in all this. That girl may be in love with you, but she is just that, a girl. Do you honestly believe that some nineteen-year-old girl is going to love for you the right reasons?”
Ouch, that hurt.
