[She takes in that look of his with no remorse, but rather a responding challenge. Her eyes are unfocused, a little dizzy, but she holds his gaze nonetheless.
Are you calling me a liar?
He doesn't have to accept, and she hadn't meant to let it slip. But she'll be damned if she lets him get away with dismissing her like that, or acting like this is some kind of game. The game is her voice, the teases and the whimsy and the fake date they've created together. These thoughts are where the truth lies. That's the point of this whole meeting.]
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Are you calling me a liar?
He doesn't have to accept, and she hadn't meant to let it slip. But she'll be damned if she lets him get away with dismissing her like that, or acting like this is some kind of game. The game is her voice, the teases and the whimsy and the fake date they've created together. These thoughts are where the truth lies. That's the point of this whole meeting.]