Chapter 18 Softie

Mike's hands were now clenched into fists, getting sturdier by the second. The devil was right. He was so angry, I thought his head would explode. "Another reason why you should tell the truth, Elizabeth," the Angel warned. "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes." "Shut up! Shut up!" I broke out and put my hands on my ears. "Excuse me?" "Who the hell is that?" "Mike," my wolf answered. "Oh," I opened my eyes to see my brother glaring at me. "Answer. Elizabeth," he approached me and held my shoulders with both hands. "Yes, He’s, my roommate. So is Eliam," I let it out with my eyes closed. It's better to tear off the band-aid at one time. He's going to explode. His head was gonna explode. He's gonna kill Troy. He's gonna kill Eliam. He's gonna kill me. He's gonna kill Morgan. He's going to kill everyone. Damn it, I don't want to die so