Chapter 123.

Colors worked like taste and music in reliving a memory.  And the colors around Darian's room were kicking me in the face and the stomach and every other place where a person could hurt. Nora sat still on the sofa and stared at the wall while picking her nails. Her words got to me, deeply. I think she's afraid to leave me alone but her staying here out of pity isn't exactly improving my confidence. A wrinkle formed on her face and she lowered her hand and stopped chewing on her cuticles. "How'd you get out of the Council?" She asked. A rock landed in my gut and I gulped, which was my body's way of saying good fucking job putting your trust in a demon. Nora's face twisted in confusion when I didn't answer-- oh god, wonder what she'd think of me when she heard that the only reason we got out when we did was because Zade helped us. I cleared my throat and scratched my brow in anticipation. "Do you remember at the club, before Darian came we met--" The sound of her hands slamming down on t