That made her shove him. Hard. "Don't. Don't you tell me what I gloss over or whatever, because you have no idea." He didn't. He couldn't. Not with everything that had happened by her time. Hal. Lord Harry. The Devil. All that blood and death and pain. Alex just shook her head sadly and half shrugged. "Believe me, I know the things you've done. What you're capable of. I've seen them. First hand and in glorious fucking technicolor." All those horrid little details. Cutler had just been the tip of the sordid iceberg.
She hated how he could just guess so easily what had happened between them. How Lord Harry had reacted.
"Yeah." One word. That was all she could actually manage. Because those words from him still stung, Harry gloating at everything she had lost, her friend, the guy she was falling for. Those taunts and knowing that so much death was just inevitable.
"Alright," she half smiled, wanting to get away from the drama filled conversation that had been going on. "Tell me where I'm going."