Oh god... Whatever Rayah's thinking, Jace laughs, Tell Brooklyn I see her as my Rayah. When I'm in control, she looks like Ray, not Brooke. It's weird.
I sigh and tell Brooklyn that, a little annoyed at being messenger.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"I had him tell you. I see my wife when I look in your eyes. It's as if she's really there. That's not so disgusting," he says, tucking her in, "Jae's the one who sees you."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Shut up. I didn't ask you. I told you. She's not Brooklyn to me. When I look at her, she has the same blonde hair and green eyes as the woman I love. You see her with blue eyes and whatever hair color she has, he says.
I shake my head at him and stand.
"I'm gonna go feed real quick, okay?" I say, "I'll be back...if you want me to be back, I mean."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and flash a smile. "Be back," I say, "And keep that Jace inside you away from me, he got me prego," I say, turning on my side so I'm not facing them.
Og my god, Brooke. You are so immature.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!