"Why is she here?" the question flies from my mouth accusingly before I can stop it.
Seth is confused both by my question and the way I have asked it, furrowing his brows, tilting his head slightly to the side. I would almost laugh at the canine-ness of his mannerisms if I wasn't so worried about him grilling me on my outburst. Nervously I lick my lips, daring him to interrogate me. Either out of mercy or pity he does not.
"I don't know. You tell me," he smirks.
"Well I don't know," my heartbeat picks up. I'm sure Seth can hear it, feel its palpitations through the floorboards. "How would I know?"
"So then you understand the ridiculousness of your question?" another smirk. My cheeks burst into flames. "Maybe not such a ridiculous question: do you want to see her or not?"
I appraise
