"A little after we..." Faith echoed before she had to stop and swallow hard, needing to sit down again. "So basically our entire relationship then." She laughed bitterly. "Our entire relationship was pretty much a lie."
She'd suspected it, but having it confirmed felt like a knife in her heart, twisting with every new revelation.
"I said I wanted details," she insisted dully. "What, you'd sneak off together and then what? You bit her? Or cut her? Just where over her fucking body was your damn mouth? And where did you two even go to do this, some sleazy motel some place? Check in as some sort of couple for your little kink fest? God."
She felt sick, really and totally sick, even as her imagination kept feeding her the images of the pair of them. Faith stared at the floor for a moment, concentrating on not throwing up before making herself look up at Sam, trying to meet his eyes.