“What made you want to come here?” I ask as the bartender pours our shots and slides over the salt and limes. We both take our shots and wince as the sharp liquor slides down our throats.
“I heard about it from Shannon, a girl from my women’s studies class. She said she met a really hot guy here once.” I arch my eyebrow at my sister.
“So what, you’re on the prowl?” I joke with a laugh.
“No, but it would be nice to flirt with someone.” I nod my head in understanding, sometimes it’s nice to have someone tell you that you’re interesting and attractive.
“Anyone look appealing to you?”
She grins and points with her head to the corner of the room. To a man in his mid-twenties, pale, dark hair; he’s attractive, and he’s basically staring at Diana.
I’m leery, though, and I grab Diana’s arm softly. “You just need to be careful. You don’t know him.”
She squints her eyes at me, the tequila hitting her more than it’s hitting me. “You always think you know everything,” she snarls.
I’m taken aback and look at her skeptically. “I just wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, Diana.”
She glares at me and waves down the bartender to pour us another shot. “What do you know?”
I shake my head without answering her. She’s acting completely out of character, and I just wish she would tell me everything. What happened with Tyler, and how she’s feeling. All I want to do is make it better.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
She grips my arm hard, nearly stumbling off her stool. “You know what he did?”
I could deny it, but at this moment, all I want to do is prove to Diana how much I look out for her, how I would do anything for her, and how she’s always so unappreciative.
“Yeah, I know.”
The bartender hands us our shots, and with the way Diana’s looking at me right now, I sling back the shot. She’s looking at me like she doesn’t know me.
“Well, I know you were fucking Professor Montague. I also know about the dagger you hide in your nightstand,” she says softly before downing her shot and looking at me like she’s disgusted with me. “It was you, wasn’t it?” I turn so I’m not facing her, but she grabs my arm and spins me on the stool. “You killed them, didn’t you?”
“Fuck, Diana. Why don’t you scream it and let everyone hear you?”
Her hand drops my arm like I’ve burned her like my skin is dirty, and if she touches me, it will rub off on her. I was so sure of myself, I felt so good after I did what I did. But when I see the way Diana looks at me now, I feel lower than low.
“Lilith, how could you?”
“He raped you,” I respond quietly.
“It was a misunderstanding, you shouldn’t have killed him.”
I rear back and stare at her like she’s lost her mind. “I was protecting you!”
“I don’t even know you,” she sneers, grabbing her purse and stumbling off of the stool. I make a grab for her arm, but she snatches it out of reach. “Get off me.”
“Diana, you’re drunk. Let me take you home.”
“How can I trust anything you say?” Her words are slurred, and I have to take a few deep breaths before I yell at her for being an ungrateful bitch. So I do, I breathe and keep my tone calm.
“Let’s call a cab and go home. There we can talk some more.”
“I don’t want to go home with you. I can barely look at you.”
“I was protecting you,” I argue, wanting to show her how unreasonable and ungrateful she’s being. I protected her, I took care of her, and she’s acting like I’m a deplorable person.
“No, you’ve just made me feel like this is my fault. You’ve made me as bad as you, Lilith. How could you do something like this so easily? You don’t even seem to feel guilty. You’re a monster. You’re evil, Lilith.”
