"Leonie is my high school best friend." I slung an arm around her, the two of us huddled together on her sofa under her giant framed poster of Andy Warhol's large multi-colored flowers.
"Best friend since high school," she clarified. "On my end, I wasn't on a break."
I elbowed her side. Yeah, but she hadn't called me either so it's not like my existence mattered. No, I couldn't let this memory loss bullshit mess with my head.
"Best friends. With a demon." Rohan paced in front of us, every now and again stopping to shake his head like he couldn't believe the level of stupidity in this room. "Demons and Rasha can't be friends."
Finally. I let out a relieved sigh that he'd conceded I was Rasha.
I threaded my fingers through Leo's. "That's the problem with Rasha males. They see everything in black and white. It's a dangerous way to live."