She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

028 A Bad Llar

Scarlett's POV

I laugh, rolling my eyes: "There really isn't. The technique is pretty mature now. You just feel some mild discomfort for about a week, and a bit tired for a while, but that's it. So long as you don't donate multiple times within 6 months, it's totally safe."

Lilith stares at me, and so does Aurora. I drink my lemonade, playing calm. I'm a really bad liar. But I don't want to describe the real pain to them. What's the point, it's over now.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

6 months is the safe period for a reason. For up to several months after the donation you can feel fatigue, weakness and sometimes obvious pain and discomfort, which varies by people.

"Does it leave a scar?" Lilith leans in and tries to look down my shirt.

"No!" I shrill with laughter, grabbing my collar as I dodge her, "This is a bar, pervert!"

"Exactly." Lilith puts on an evil smirk, "isn't striping what people do in a bar?"

"Aurora! You just sit there and watch her bully me?!"

Aurora sips her drink and watches us wrestle for a while before she finally has her fun, "Lilith, there won't be a scar. Told you, I checked. Anything you can think of now, I already looked into three days ago."

Lilith drops her attempt, looking like a puppy draping her ears: "I feel left out..."

"That would teach you to cut us out of your life!" Aurora rolls her eyes, not moved by Lilith's puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know if I would be brave enough to do something like this," Lilith lies back into her seat, a scared look on her face, "I mean, yes, I know, it's saving a life, but still...sounds scary."

For someone who makes her name fighting

On the street, Lilith is really scared of needles. Aurora and I both think it's a legit phobia, but Lilith would never admit to it.

"It IS a bit scary, you wouldn't be able to do it," I smirk at Lilith, sipping my lemonade, "I guess I did it because...every time I donate, Sebastian would take a day off and spend the whole day with me. He would eat with me and drive me home himself-" Lilith and Aurora both stare at me with a horrified look.

""What?" I blink.

Lilith opens her mouth only to say nothing, like a fish on land. Aurora puts down her drink, and leans forward with a serious look: "What do you mean by...every time?"

I choke on my drink. It gets in my nose and tears spout out.

"I mean..." After a string of heavy coughs, I finally came back to life with the help of several tissues. Lilith and Aurora glare at me like I'm some criminal, "I told you, unprecedented treatment. The doctor had only a theory in his mind when we started, so..." "Exactly how many times did you donate?!" Aurora demands. She is like a mom again.

"Five..." I flinch, feeling guilty though I had no reason to be, "every time was within safe range, though."

028 A Bad Liar

They are not hearing it.

Aurora loses her cool, ranting to Lilith about any and every bit of "crime" she knows about the Fullers. Lilith ignores my effort to explain as she curses with Aurota, demanding to know more. I enjoy how they defend me, but also worry about how to turn that around later. Because that's not what their crime is.

I don't mind saving a life, even if the life belongs to Ava Fuller, my one-on-one bully. I just wanted them to love me, even just for my help.

In the end we had to call Damon to pick up his drunk kitten of a little sister. And for the first time in our lives, me and Aurora were sent home in a police car.

"Ladies," Damon touches his hat in the driver's seat, "sorry I can't walk you in this time, but this area is pretty safe."

His resigned look lands on Lilith the drunk cat sleeping on the backseat.

think?" "We can manage to take the elevator alone, DETECTIVE," Aurora laughs at Damon's serious tone, "though I'd say, keeping such a promotion from us is sort of a crime, don't you

Damon laughs. He is seven years older than Lilith, so we only got to know him through the few but every time when Lilith got into this or that kind of trouble. In the end we ended up becoming friends with Damon, though we have a totally different life circle. "A few cases came with the title, ma'am," Damon grins at us, "may I treat you three to a meal? Sometimes next week?"