I walked out of the hallway and standing there was Tilly Ann Winchester. She had a jacket wrapped around her. Chase's I recognized.
I stopped in my tracks. Sleeping Tilly I could handle, awake and looking at me like I murdered her favorite aunt Tilly...not so much.
Great! Is there any more curve balls you want to throw my way, huh? Any punishment I need to endure. Is this the best you can do, universe. I dare you, do more. I can take it.
"Tilly—"
"I'm just some casual fuck, right Greyson?" She asked me, holding the jacket she was holding tighter.
Okay, I lied. I can't take anymore of this, universe. I just... can't.
I tried to walk around her, to get as far away as possible but she grabbed my hand and yanked back. Hard.
Good. Wherever the girl I knew was hiding, she was beginning to fight her way back. Good.
"I wasn't asleep, you buffoon. I heard everything you said to your brother."
I squared up. Looked her straight in the eyes and said "So?"
