Chapter 275. Winterfest

Maximilian

That's where everything took a turn. It always goes back to four years ago, or in Alexander's instance, six years ago.

I look at Via and watch as she studies us while taking small sips of her tea. How do we look in her point of view because from my point of view I don't see us as solid friends. Fuck, I don't even think we're friends period.

Looking back on it, I don't think we actually were ever solid friends. We were more like acquaintances with a need for support to survive to some degree.

Via stirs her cup of tea and tilts her head. She then narrows her eyes at me. "You expect me to believe that you guys would never lie to me again?" She looks away from me and down at her teacup. "I know you guys are great liars but don't lie about that too."

"Via—" I trail off, not knowing exactly what to say.

Well, that's false because I do know what I want to say but I know Via