Daxton 

Verena wore a numb expression, tying her hair into a ponytail before she swallowed the pills begrudgingly and took a long sip of water. 

Her face scrunched in disgust for a second. Verena could be dramatic sometimes and the fascinating part, I loved it about her.

Her eyes held mine as she waved her hand frantically, like she had been to hell and back. “No more of this again, please”

I stared at her like she was fire—one I wanted to get burned in—lips curling in amusement. “You started the prescription darling, you would have to finish it. That is how it works,”

Her nose crinkled a bit and...