You swallow hard as you glance at Veronica. Currently the two of you were at her place - the Pembrooke. It was late and she was reading a book in a chair, her glasses on. The lights were low and she had a fire going despite it not being cold.

Veronica was quiet. That usually wasn’t a good thing. She wasn’t looking at you, so that wasn’t good either. And when she did look at you, it was with a cool disinterested look. Yeah, she was definitely pissed at you.